On my birthing days, I often feel a rush of what occurred; how each child made their own special entrance into this world. I think about what I have given them, what I still have to give, how much they grow in such a very short time. I worry. I think of the future. I sit in their dark rooms, listening to them breath and think "How lucky am I?!"
Today is Theodore James' birthday. He is 10.
10!?
Theodore was "due" on April 26th. I nested like an insane woman. I washed, folded, arranged, fretted... I was so very ready! Then.... April 26th came..... and went...... and no Theodore.
I finally gave up. I figured, he would come out when he was good and ready, and no sense in forcing him.
May the 7th, I ran a long list of errand, in preparation for Dominick's birthday. That night, after Victoria and Dominick had been bathed and were in their beds, I baked a cake. I was in my mother's home, downstairs... watching Law & Order: SVU. I had a contraction that made me burst into tears. I couldn't even breath. I had a few more during a commercial break. I called my mom, telling her I thought this was it; the real deal.
Joe was at work. My mom called a neighbor to stay with the older children. She called Joe and told him to hurry up. Then she and I got into my van and drove to Chapel Hill from Wake Forest (North Carolina). To the most amazing birthing center. :) The nurse midwives were helpful, loving, genital.
Joe drove like a crazy person, and I had not given birth yet. He smelled like cigarette smoke so badly I told him to take his shirt off. He had to strip down to almost nothing before the smell dissipated.
Theodore James was born just after Midnight, May 8th. Joe and I joked that, had we been in Texas, his birthday would be May 7th. That then Dominick and he wouldn't have to share the day.
Theodore was BIG!! Almost 9 lbs. he had dark hair and fat baby cheeks. My mother left shortly after the birth.
Joe and I curled up with our beautiful baby boy and passed out.
After getting some sleep and being cleared by the nurse midwives, I drove us home. I felt strong, solid and amazing. It was powerful. In few other things have I felt as accomplished.
Theodore nursed like there was no tomorrow.
We made it back to my mother's home and frosted Dominick's cake. We gave him a toy truck; from his new little brother. Explaining that he was born on his birthday. Dominick, the sweet child he is, claps his hands and says thank you. *tears
Now, they bicker as siblings do. They yell, they scream, they fight. However, when the dust has settled, you know they are there for each other.
My Teddy Bear is 10 years old.
I want to connect his freckles.
I love his shaggy brown hair.
His eyes, are like little pools of blue.
He gets quite.
He seems so strong and fragile all at the same time.
He wants to grow up to be a teacher.
He loves traveling.
He loves being roadschooled.
He says he channels dog's. And true to that, no dog he has met, has not been his friend.
My son was born today.
Theodore was "due" on April 26th. I nested like an insane woman. I washed, folded, arranged, fretted... I was so very ready! Then.... April 26th came..... and went...... and no Theodore.
I finally gave up. I figured, he would come out when he was good and ready, and no sense in forcing him.
May the 7th, I ran a long list of errand, in preparation for Dominick's birthday. That night, after Victoria and Dominick had been bathed and were in their beds, I baked a cake. I was in my mother's home, downstairs... watching Law & Order: SVU. I had a contraction that made me burst into tears. I couldn't even breath. I had a few more during a commercial break. I called my mom, telling her I thought this was it; the real deal.
Joe was at work. My mom called a neighbor to stay with the older children. She called Joe and told him to hurry up. Then she and I got into my van and drove to Chapel Hill from Wake Forest (North Carolina). To the most amazing birthing center. :) The nurse midwives were helpful, loving, genital.
Joe drove like a crazy person, and I had not given birth yet. He smelled like cigarette smoke so badly I told him to take his shirt off. He had to strip down to almost nothing before the smell dissipated.
Theodore James was born just after Midnight, May 8th. Joe and I joked that, had we been in Texas, his birthday would be May 7th. That then Dominick and he wouldn't have to share the day.
Theodore was BIG!! Almost 9 lbs. he had dark hair and fat baby cheeks. My mother left shortly after the birth.
Joe and I curled up with our beautiful baby boy and passed out.
After getting some sleep and being cleared by the nurse midwives, I drove us home. I felt strong, solid and amazing. It was powerful. In few other things have I felt as accomplished.
Theodore nursed like there was no tomorrow.
We made it back to my mother's home and frosted Dominick's cake. We gave him a toy truck; from his new little brother. Explaining that he was born on his birthday. Dominick, the sweet child he is, claps his hands and says thank you. *tears
Now, they bicker as siblings do. They yell, they scream, they fight. However, when the dust has settled, you know they are there for each other.
My Teddy Bear is 10 years old.
I want to connect his freckles.
I love his shaggy brown hair.
His eyes, are like little pools of blue.
He gets quite.
He seems so strong and fragile all at the same time.
He wants to grow up to be a teacher.
He loves traveling.
He loves being roadschooled.
He says he channels dog's. And true to that, no dog he has met, has not been his friend.
My son was born today.
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