The Time I Almost Gave Birth In The Hospital Elevator :: Wyatt Is Nine.

Today my boy turns nine years old.
Nine. Years. Old.
This feels like a BIG birthday... but then they all kinda do, huh?
I love Birthdays and  I really love  my kid's Birthdays.
I love making them feel extra-special, I love that the day is all about THEM, I love remembering their previous birthdays and how
much they have grown and just exactly how and when they came into this world of ours.

Indulge me in a little mama rambling and reminiscing this morning, will you?

I knew in my heart that this baby was going to be a boy.
I knew it.
We didn't find out the sex but I insisted the nursery be painted a really pale blue and every time I was shopping I went directly to the baby boy's clothes. 
During my out-of-body-experience-delivery I kept thinking "I wish he would just be out"... and when he did come out and they said "It's a boy"... 
it sounded like the most right thing in the world.
Of course it's a boy.

Wyatt was born early on a Sunday morning, at 4:33 am to be exact.
I woke up after Saturday Night Live was over and felt weird... I didn't know for a couple of hours that I was in "real labor".
My labor was short and painful, it was my first time... I had no idea what to expect.
I got to the hospital such a short time before he was born that it was too late for medication... which was a really good thing considering
I thought I might attempt a drug-free birth, anyway.
I ended up having no choice.
I walked into the hospital and kept stopping while I had a contraction, I could have very well given birth in the elevator during a horrible
contraction...  when I got into the room and was checked I was dilated to 10.
Ooops.
So much for not wanting to look stupid by getting to the hospital too early.

{Making a wish on his birthday candles this morning... }

This boy has taught me everything.
He made me a mom.
He is the sweetest, kindest, smartest boy I know.
He has a great big heart, he is funny and wise beyond his years.

It was a long road to becoming a mom for the first time.
Trying and trying and stress and tears and dr. appointments, medications, specialists, surgeries, shots, bills... more stress and tears.
It was a long stressful road but at the end there was Wyatt, the sweetest most perfect baby in the whole world.
And I feel like the luckiest mommy in the whole world, even on the worst of worst days.

Happy 9th Birthday Wyatt James.