Two years since my husband was brutally fired by his long time employer without so much as a care or concern that his wife was expecting a baby in less than 7 weeks.
Two years since I went through his what can only be described as traumatizing labor and delivery. We thought he was ... I can't even say it, it's just that horrible. It still brings tears to my eyes when I think on it. Did I mention he was born at 12 pounds? Naturally?
Two years since I found out that another one of my babies had a heart murmur. (he's fine now)
Two years since we thought he may have had nerve damage in his right arm. Cause he got stuck coming out. (he recovered, thanks to Mommy perserverance in arm exercising).
Two years since our house went on the market cause my husband bought a business in another town because he was so desperate to have a job, we borrowed against our equity. Our house is still for sale.
Two years since I learned the joys and the differences of parenting a wee little man. (Have you ever noticed how much boy's pee stinks more than girls? It's weird, I know.)
Two years since I got to see the joy in my daughters' faces when we brought their baby brother home.
It may have seemed like a long two years but it really did go by amazingly fast. From babyhood, to eating, to smiling, to crawling, walking etc. Wow. Just when you thought the breastfeeding would never end, you could just scream the next time they clamped down on your nipple and bam they no longer want it and yes, you're just a teensy bit sad.
Did you know that we called O commando baby for a while? He used to drag himself around on his forearms before he learned to crawl. We called it his commando baby manouever.
So here I sit feeling just a wee bit sad at the end of another era. We are saying goodbye to the toddler and hello to the soon to be pre-schooler. It's time like these that I wish I could step back for a little while and snuggle them a little longer. I'd hold on and savour it knowing how brief these moments really are. That time moves faster than we think and all this other stuff, is just not as important.
Happy Birthday O!
In the Mommy Trenches