It’s funny how you can remember some things like it was yesterday and can’t remember things that happened yesterday at all!!
On this day, eighteen years ago, we welcomed another beautiful-bundle-of-baby-boyness into the world!! I remember parts of it well (although parts of it I may have blocked out), because just three days prior we had been celebrating our first-born’s first birthday. Even though my due date was well over a week away, my mantra for the day was, “Please let me make it through this day without going into labor.” And it worked.
Then I went into labor. And I asked my husband to take me to the hospital. And he asked me if I couldn’t let him sleep just a little while longer. I gave him 30 minutes.
What ensued after that was a long day of being scared and aggravated and not feeling that my husband was especially contrite for my condition. I had a lovely epidural…that we had to let wear off. Did I mention that my second child was the only one who was not a c-section delivery?
But he made it into the world and he was beautiful and precious and anything bad about the day is something I laugh about now.
He’s still beautiful and precious–but no longer a baby. Today, he is eighteen years old. And just like his siblings, I love him as much now as the first time I ever saw his sweet face.
So Happy 18th Birthday Sunshine Boy! May this birthday bring you as much happiness as you bring to all of us!