Happy Birthday Baby Boy!
Timmy is 7 years old today! I remember his birth so well. It was quick and fast, so fast in fact the doctor didn’t get there in time.
My water had broken as it did in my two previous preludes to labor. The hospital was less than a mile a way, so we picked up some donuts for the nurses (a happy nurse goes a looong way) and we set up in the birthing room. The new hospital toted its luxurious birthing rooms with cherry wood furniture and equipped with a VCR. There wasn’t a whole lot of time to watch TV, and barely enough time to get the epidural (which by the way didn’t work in birth number 2 and I had opted not to get in birth number 1)
It was about three hours since I got to the hospital, the epidural had barely dulled the contractions when I felt THAT pain. Mommies, you know that one where it feels like you have to use the rest room in a hurry! The nurse didn’t believe that it was time to push. But the pain (darn, that loused up epidural) wouldn’t go away! Which I guess was a good thing because baby was on his way whether the doctor was there or not.
My doctor was not, but he was on his way, so they told me not to push! Yeah, right! We all know how wonderful it is to NOT push when all you want to do is PUSH! SO hubby has to hold the baby in (think, apply pressure to where the baby wants to come out.) I don’t know how long with went on, it could have been minutes, but if felt like 30 plus minutes. Finally they tell me my doctor is in the parking lot, but I didn’t care, I was ready for the nurse to deliver the baby.
She didn’t have to though because the doctor next door had just finished delivering a baby and after several wonderful pushes, he caught mine! My doctor walked in just in time to supervise the cutting of the cord and welcome Timothy (8lbs. 8 oz.) to the world!
Timmy was my biggest baby, but my smallest child. With a mom that’s 5 ft. 3 1/2 in and a dad that 5ft. 7 1/2 in., he’ll never be a basketball star.
What he lacks in size he makes up in heart. He’s my only compliant child, often doing what I tell him the first time. He’s even tempered and quiet, yet funny and knows how to make himself heard when he has to. He also has a Jekyll and Hyde temper which only comes out when wrongly accused or if I happen to raise my voice at him. He’s the one who soaks everything in, yet jumps in with both feet on the soccer field.
He’s my baby boy and will always be my baby boy, though I told him I won’t call him my baby boy any more when he loses his first tooth!
He has his first loose tooth. Sniffle. My baby boy is getting so big!
Happy Birthday baby boy! (He hasn’t lost his tooth yet!)
