Ten years ago today, I was in the hospital, scared and excited for the birth of my first baby.
He was two weeks late when my doctor finally decided to induce my labor. The pitocin gave me excruciating back labor. When I requested the epidural, I had a four hour wait. Four very long, tear filled hours.
He was born later that night, a vacuum assisted birth that gave him quite the cone head. He let out a few small cries, but then he was quiet. He looked around the room with his wise little eyes and just took everything in. He was calm, quiet and laid back. He is like that to this very day.
Matthew was our first and only baby for over three years. As much as I wanted another baby, I felt guilty taking away any focus from Matt. As it turned out, he was made to be a big brother. He has always been loving and kind and very protective of his siblings.
Don’t get me wrong, he has done some rotten things to them as well. Haircuts, broken toys, mean pranks. But at the end of the day, he is a very loving, sweet and thoughtful kid.
I have said it before, but I will say it again. Babies grow up too fast! You blink your eyes and they are turning ten! He will be able to drive in six years! He will graduate high school in eight years! That is not a very long time at all! It feels like just yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital, and now, here he is, a whole decade has passed.
(I had hoped to make it through this post without crying, but I just took a sob break. So much for my street cred.)
Happy Birthday, Matthew. You are an amazing kid and you are going to do amazing things in your life. You made me a mommy, the greatest gift of all.
This picture was taken six years ago, when my little baby was only four. Don’t you just want to munch those chubby little cheeks? And the twinkle in his eye….Love. Love in a tiny little four year old package.