My baby is turning three today. Most people dread Tax Day, but I never will.
On April 15, 2007, a day that I had planned to spend unpacking our stuff in our new two bedroom apartment, instead, I was in the hospital. Six hours proir to landing in the hospital, I was at home having a rough first night in a new home. I was 36 weeks pregnant, my back hurt, I couldn't get comfortable, and the cat was about to drive me crazy. Finally, I got up and laid on the couch. Since it was the middle of the night, I watched the clock. As I watched the clock, I realized that the annoying pain in my back had a rhythm to it. What?! I went to the bedroom, woke my husband up, and told him that I was in labor and that I needed him to help me time the contractions. We timed them and figured out that they were three minutes apart. We called the Doctor and were informed to just stay home for a little while since I was a first time mom and first time moms were always slow. We stayed for a little while longer. We called the doula and warned her that the baby was coming. She said to relax and she would get her kids settled and be ready soon. In the meantime, my best friend arrived to help. Soon was not soon enough. I was finally in enough pain that I needed to go. We called the doula and she said she would meet us at the hospital. We raced to the hospital and Anthony arrived at 9:44am, 45 minutes after we arrived. I fell in love for the second time that day. He was the most perfect little creature that I had laid eyes on and I knew that I would do anything in my power to protect him.
Happy Birthday to my Little Guy!
You're growing up too fast. I love you.