my best day

Picking one best day is so tricky.

I have been so fortunate in my life

and I have been blessed 

with many special memories 

and many wonderful days.

My husband and I are still in agreement two years later

that in terms of best days,

our wedding day rocked.

It was perfect in every sense of the word.

I have already blogged about my happy memories of my wedding day.

It was a beautiful day absolutely 

crammed full of fantastic memories,

with all our favourite people

all there to celebrate our love.

And it's hard to get much better than that.

When I was pregnant

everybody said that having my baby

would be the best day of my life.

And I can definitely think of a lot of different ways to describe that day.

But by comparison to our wedding,

there are lots of scary, worrying and painful moments

involved in the day that the little guy was born.

Ever since I started blogging

I have been working on my birth story.

I'm still nowhere near finished 

and it already promises to be at least a weeks worth of posts.

The day that he was born

was without doubt one of the best days of my life.

It was also

the most exhausting day of my life,

the most emotional day of my life,

the most physically painful day of my life,

and the most life-changing day of my life.

I think that my husband and I both have some negative feelings 

about how things went over the 6th and 7th of February 2011.

It was without doubt the scariest thing we have been through as a couple.

And it didn't really go the way that either of us expected it to.

Hindsight, in some ways

instead of dulling the fear

makes it stronger.

Because without the rush of adrenaline

that keeps you going at the time,

things looks far scarier on reflection.

That day I experienced so many new things

including the most awesome love that I could ever have imagined.

And that love,

that sudden rush of feeling I felt
upon seeing him the very first time;

the instincts that kicked in.

That powerful desire

to love him

and protect him

with every last bit of me.

Well, that completely overrides the fears.

Those feelings are what have helped me look back on my birth story so positively.
Those feelings are what make me know that I'd happily go through it all over again.
Those feelings are what make it a best day.
The best day.

You can see the other responses to this weeks
BritMums Blog Prompt here.