I gave birth to him three years ago today, at 11:50 PM. He weight 7 pounds, 11 ounces. His first act upon entering the world was to pee on all three of the nurses who were attending to him while I expelled the afterbirth and was stitched up. I got to see him for all of thirty seconds that night - he had trouble transitioning and couldn't maintain his own body temperature.
I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
Things haven't been easy with him...
He was born with torticollis, which wasn't diagnosed right away. Eventually, this led to Zeb having to wear a DOC Band to correct the flattened areas of his skull.