Happy Birthday!

Eight years ago today, my sister timed my contractions all through the first half of the Superbowl. As the end of the game approached we knew we were headed for the hospital. I remember standing in my living room in the dark for a moment by myself, feeling a contraction bearing down and knowing my life would change forever.

As DH drove through a snowstorm with my sister in the back still timing my contractions, I had every imaginable thought about what might possibly go wrong. By the time we got to the hospital an hour later, I was cussing.

I realize that’s not surprising for those of you who know me, but I seriously thought I was gonna die. I was hollering for all I was worth. Then my favorite man in the entire world walked through the door… The anesthesiologist! He took that giant needle and stuck it in my back and everything was sunshine and roses again.

My DH really wanted a boy. In fact he asked me before he agreed to marry me, if I would have as many as it took to get a boy. I was sure we’d have a bus load of girls and I’d be bearing children until my eggs would no longer hatch. My sister, who already had two boys of her own, really wanted a girl. I really wanted a baby.

When the baby finally came, it was January 29th his actual due date. I heard my sister say in a completely disgusted voice, “That, would be a boy,” and I saw DH pump his fists in the air like he’d just won the lottery. I had my baby, that’s all that mattered to me.

DH declared his name… then they weighed the baby, 6lbs 4oz. This next part will stick in my mind for all eternity, my darling sister announcing, “Wow, I thought surely she’d have a much bigger baby.”

The only part better than actually having the baby was getting to call my in-laws. This was their first grandbaby and telling them he was here, was a lot of fun.

The first day he was home, we found out he had Jaundice. Our precious baby got to live in a suitcase for the first week of his life. After that we just let him live under the counter.

Here it is eight years later. I am so blessed to have such a fine young man to call my son. He is such a delight. Happy Birthday, baby!