I was sick, exhausted and amazed. Bren was finally with us. Todd was completely down with a horrible respiratory bug and living on egg nog lattes from Starbucks in the hospital. (Yes, Starbucks is truly a part of our son’s birthday)
Brennan was long, cranky, and he had an opinion that was expressed loudly and at length. He’s actually quieter now!
It was incredible. 19 hours of labor. At one point his heart rate dropped to 60 bpm and things got scary. We thought we were headed for a c-section, but they put me on oxygen and things got better. The epidural was the best thing I’ve ever had happen to me and by the time they gave it to me, I was ready to shove the needle in my own back.
There is nothing else I’ve done in my life (except marrying Todd) that even came close to as awesome as giving birth to both my boys. After I delivered Bren, Todd told me I could do anything!
I look at my beautiful boy now and I can’t believe he was ever that tiny, angry little baby. I remember lying in bed one morning, curled around his tiny, newborn body and thinking about how ephemeral that stage was and how I hoped I always remembered it. I do. I remember when my hand covered his whole back. I remember his first bath. I remember when he wouldn’t speak. I remember when he got talcum powder ALL OVER HIS BEDROOM. I remember me asking him (while he was in the tub) if he had a booger in his nose and him answering, “No, but I have a poop in my butt.” (and how quickly I got him out of the tub on on to the toilet!)
I remember his little voice, in the back of the minivan, yelling “we’re all gonna die!” while I was driving the speed limit (by the way).
I remember his hurt feelings when the big boys at the park didn’t want to play with him.
I remember how he wanted a sister like Maddy, but was ok with the fact he was getting a brother.
I remember fighting for him at school and failing him when I was too tired to be patient.
I wouldn’t trade a minute of the time I have been his mom and I am grateful that I have all of our lives to try to be the best mom possible for him.
Being me is sometimes a pain in the ass, but being his mom is the best.
Cheers to all on my son’s big day,