Today is a very special day in my house – my baby was born seven years ago today, my hubby was born 34 years ago today and I become a mommy.
When I was given my initial due date with my son, it was July 10th but I should have known that with everything else that happened during the pregnancy not to count on that date. After being told I might be pregnant with twins and that I had cervical cancer based on some abnormal test results only later to be told there was an error with the results and I didn’t have cancer should have been a sign that things weren’t going to go as planned. I hosted a big cookout/pool party at our house on July 10th thinking I wouldn’t be in attendance. Not only was I there totally pregnant, my father in law told me several times I wouldn’t have the baby until the 15th (hubby’s birthday) and I laughed every time.
That night I sat in our nursery rocking a stuffed animal my aunt sent me sobbing because I couldn’t wait any longer to see my little bundle of joy. Hubby had an interview for a new job on the 14th so the night of the 13th when I started having contractions, I didn’t mention anything. When he came home from his interview, I told him we needed to talk. I can remember laying on the couch in our livingroom watching Dr. Phil with him sitting on the floor in front of me and I said “I’ve been having contractions since last night”. He jumped up and started running around trying to grab things and get me up to leave. I told him I wanted to finish watching Dr. Phil first then we’d go. (I can be a bit stubborn at times) When Dr. Phil was over, we headed about half an hour to the hospital to have a baby. The hospital wouldn’t admit me initially and told me to walk around the hospital for an hour. When they finally decided to admit me they didn’t have a bed to put me in. Finally there was space and we settled into the room and everyone was saying it wouldn’t be much longer and I’d have a baby by 9 that night. Once again, things didn’t go as planned and about 9 that night they decided to help labor progress with drugs. The rest was kind of a blur. I remember getting the Pitocin and the epidural that took multiple tries and thankfully finally worked when I told the antisteiologist that he had one more try before I started poking him in the back with a needle. I remember hubby watching Sports Center or some other sports something on tv (men – this is not a smart move). I remember telling the nurse I was done with everything and wanted to get up and walk out and just leave that baby right where it was (clearly had to be the drugs talking…). Finally about 1 am the doctor on call came in and told me they’d called my doctor to come in and check me out and that I might need a c-section-something that never crossed my mind before that moment. My doctor arrived and after more monitoring, an emergency c-section was decided on. I had to sign a ton of of forms (who knows what I signed….there were lots of drugs involved and I still laugh thinking about those forms espeically the drug induced chicken scratch they took for my signature). Hubby ran out to call his mom and my mom and tell them what was going on and asked them to please just wait until we called to come to the hospitals. The c-section went well initially but Corbin had a little bit of a hard time breathing so he was in an oxygen tent for a little bit after he was born. While the doctor was putting everything back inside, she discovered a softball sized cyst on my uterus and removed that. Because the operation took longer than expected, the epidural began to wear off and I told the nurse I was able to feel everything they were doing. She gave me some more meds in my IV but clearly hadn’t read my chart because it was medication with Tylenol in it. If she’d have read my chart, she’d have known I am allergic to Tylenol so now I was secured to a table, in pain and vomitting (sorry…having a baby isn’t a bundle of roses). They finally finished what they were doing and I got to go back to my room which was full of excited grandparents. I felt like I’d been run over by two or three trains but finally had that sweet baby I’d waited so long for and he was so worth the wait and all of the trouble. It was a rocky start (hubby wanted to go home that night to “get some sleep” – clearly he didn’t realize there would be no sleep for many years to come in his future or the raging hormones after you have a baby – which led to a fight and him leaving me sobbing in the hospital room alone) but we finally checked out of the hospital and stopped at the baseball field on the way home. That’s strange you might say. Yes. Yes it is. Hubby’s fire department friends were playing in a softball game (he was supposed to be playing but his plans had to change a bit) and wanted to show off the baby (he had no clue the amount of pain you’re in after having two major surgeries, at least that’s the only logical thing I can think of that would make him think this was a good plan). That first week was rough (all my white clothes were turned red due to a laundry mix up and my incision got infected and had to be reopened in the doctor’s office with no meds) but we made it through that and the next seven years. I wouldn’t change a second of any of it because the little man I’ve been blessed with is beyond amazing. He’s taught me how to love someone whow wants nothing in return from me other than love, believe in myself and have fun. The past seven years have been full of love, fun, friendship and blessings and I cannot wait for the next 77 and beyond.
As for my husband, I’ve vowed that I would never buy him another birthday present since he’s already gotten the best present you could ever get for your birthday (if you know my hubby, he’s very spoiled and still gets a gift each and every year). So far he hasn’t minded sharing his birthday with his oldest son. I try to make sure we “celebrate” each of the birthdays but for now, most of the focus is on Corbin’s party. The only exception was Corbin’s 3rd birthday which was hubby’s 30th birthday (some day I’ll share that story with you).
So to two of the most special boys in my life, Happy Birthday! I love you both very much and cannot wait to see what the next year has in store for you. I hope your special day is filled with happiness and magic and you truly feel the love from all the special people in your lives.