OH MY GOSH! My son is officially 2 years old. My baby, my last kid, my little man is growing up. I can't help but reflect a little over the two years of his life...
With WC, the OB and I set an induction date a few days before his official due date because my body was showing signs of readiness, and I was a wreck about what we'd do with AZ and how we'd plan everything if I went into labor naturally. And I'm sooooo thankful that we set a date, because had we not, I'm certain that he would have been born in the car on the side of the road instead of in the hospital. You see, we had record breaking blizzards that winter - like "it's illegal to drive on the road because there's so much snow and ice" type of blizzards. So, thank you, GOD, for taking care of us on that end.
Well, my hubby came home from grad school that night, we ate dinner (I ate a Subway 6" sandwich because I remembered how starved I was after having AZ) and left AZ in the care of my in-laws. We got to the hospital at 10pm that night and WC was born at 6:04 the next morning. They had to turn the pitocin off after about an hour or so because I was having a contraction every minute. Thank you, GOD, that I had an epidural that actually worked this time. And in no time flat, we were back home, and now a family of 4. AZ was just 19 months old, but she did exceptionally well with adjusting. Whew!
And before I knew it he was walking, and by the time he was 1 year old he only had two speeds: running and sleeping. And a year later, those are still his only speeds. Shortly after his 1st birthday, he fell and hit his eyebrow on the rocking chair, resulting in a trip to the ER and a stitch. And not long after that he had surgery to get tubes in his ears and get a bottom tooth repaired. That tooth came in with no enamel. The worst thing ever was when he opened the oven door after dinner was eaten and done, and badly burnt both of his hands. We're STILL recovering from that one. And of course there was the time he had to get x-rays on his arm because his older sister used it as a rope to climb into his crib. There's also the fact that he forced his toddler bed upon us because he kept climbing out of his crib.
Wow! When I see all of the things my boy has been through during his short little life so far in all grouped together, I must seem like the worst mother ever. Well, I am going to assure you - I am not. :) WC is a busy, busy, busy boy and I do my best to keep up. He's my snuggle bear and my sweet sweet little man.
Happy 2nd Birthday, WC! I hope you enjoyed your fabulous birthday party! I love you bunches and bunches and want nothing but the best for you!
Thank you so much the blessings in my life that you have given me. Thank you so much for my children. Please help me to be the best mom I can be for both of them, so that they can grow to know you. Help me to protect them the best that I can and be who I need to be for them.
In Christ Name. Amen.