The Birthday Boy

My first born, my mini-me, my baby, the one I prayed to everything in the universe for, and my rainbow baby was born 11 years ago today.

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11 years ago, around 5 am I walked into the hospital, bags in tow ready to have a baby.  I was not in labor; this was a planned induction.  I walked half a mile, climbed 2 flights of stairs, down a hall and into a labor and delivery room.  I opted for an epidural, simply because it was my choice.  I was terrified of this part, but it went better than I thought.  The doctor was gentle and talked me through every step.  

I don't remember sleeping at all, more like I was playing on my phone while my (ex) husband paced around, ate food and complained how uncomfortable the couch was in the room.  

My mom came to see me and to avoid the trauma of that moment, I'll skip the details.  Don't think she was at fault, it was all three of us who didn't communicate well.

My doctor, oh my doctor.  She was the best thing during my entire pregnancy, next to my baby boy.  She was attentive, detailed and gentle every step of the way.  The nurses were just as amazing, and I wish I was exaggerating.  I would describe the hospital as a 5-star baby motel, easily!  

The Pitocin drip started around 6 am, and I started pushing about 3 pm.  I pushed for almost an hour with the help of an oxygen mask due to some minor complications.  When he came out, I heard him for the first time.  My heart, oh my heart.  He was perfect and beautiful.  

We were released 2 days later, and it's been a whirlwind from there.  

Maybe I'm being biased, but he could have been the new Gerber baby.  His eyes were then blue, with light brown hair, and he had the sweetest smile.  He definitely taught me a few things when his sister came around.  

Today?  He's almost as tall as I am, with beautiful hazel eyes, and ash brown hair.  His temper isn't pretty, and I think he gets that from me.  He's happy place is when he's building Legos, playing on is PS5 or helping me regardless of what I'm doing, He's everything a mom could want a son to be.  I love him more each day and enjoy teaching him new things he will need in life.  

He is my 11-year-old little guy.  Happy Birthday, baby boy.