I'm officially a sob sister.
Yep, while I'm writing this post about #1 son's birthday, I'm crying. For his big momentous birthday is Sunday.
So I have to share his birthday story.
He was two weeks late. I ballooned to beach ball size. The day he decided to be born, I did a load of laundry and bought stamps for his birth announcements, all the while doing that crazy breathing sound. I'd called Handsome and he said he was on his way. It took him a few hours. LOL
Once in the hospital, the drug which was supposed to help gave me violent chills. The nurses piled hot blankets on top. Handsome brought a hamburger and had the nerve to eat in front of starving me. Who knew all the commercials on television after seven pm were mostly about food? I got ice chips.
By midnight, nothing. I fell asleep.
Then lo and behold, I woke to me being rolled down the hall to delivery. I asked if I was having a C section as nothing was going very well. They said, "No."
The contractions were so strong. #1 son rocked and rolled, but wasn't coming. The nurses pressed on my belly to help him and presto, my baby boy!
Cord cut, baby analyzed, Handsome holding up ten fingers and ten again. #1 son was almost 9 pounds, around 22 inches long, big and looked exactly like me.
This is probably my favorite baby pix of him:
Happy birthday, #1! I love you and am very proud of you. Ox Mom