A Monday Story

Baby boy is one. I know this is last week's news but it really hit me today. He really is all grown up. Today could have been his birthday but because Heavenly Father loves me so much, baby boy made his grand entrance a week earlier - in the early hours of the morning. I still remember Robdawg being attentive and very useful. I guess I had given him a fright earlier that day by demanding that he came home from work because the baby was coming! Well he got home and I hadn't even showered. Since feeling slightly woozy that morning it seemed smarter to not use the shower on my own. My dear sweet patient husband helped me and did all that I needed done. We had done some spring cleaning the week before but I still wanted to make sure things were tidy for when the baby arrived. I wanted our baby to feel that we had prepared for him. Or maybe I just wanted to come home to a clean house. It can also be said that I was just pregnant and finicky. Whatever the reason, Robdawg let me be. We arrived at the hospital at around 6pm and the nurses immediately recognized us from the night before when we were sent home after hours of thinking the baby was coming or rather willing the baby to come. And looking back I see it as a dress rehearsal. It's quite possible that the false alarm made way for a much calmer "real day". The control freak in me even had us do practice drives to the hospital as everything needed to be perfect. Let me explain, who the heck wants a car birth!? Not me no thank you. We're blessed with medical advancements that help folks like me (who fear pain) breeze through childbirth. And by golly I was gonna make it to that hospital in time for that epidural shot! The hours that followed were a dull pain of silent moans with intervals of tv noise. After watching Obama and Romney election debates we were moved into the delivery room where the greatest nurse on earth continued to take care of me. She went as far as making a bed so Robdawg could stay the night with me. And so we slept, only to be awoken by 5 nurses bursting through the doors announcing that It Was Time. And thanks to that incredible invention called an epidural I was as chilled as a butterfly on a summer's day. The next 30mins were a rush. Surreal. Dreamlike. A calm WOW. The doctor was called, my Robdawg was woken up, he came to my bedside to let me know that he wasn't feeling well, the greatest nurse on earth overheard and got him some medicine from her purse, the doctor rolled in looking dead asleep, I teased him asking of he was awake (somebody had to) he pointed his finger at me and with a wry smile he said "you just push, ok". And I did. 12mins later the gorgeous baby boy was born. Let me also add that once Robdawg started feeling better he coached me right through the birth, while holding my hand he let me know that I was a champion. And now as I watch our little champion sleep, I can't help but feel a wave of emotions for my two men. The love of my life and our baby boy. Love is good. Allow me to also add that life is good.