NYC Mom

Today is my littlest man's 11th birthday. Hard to believe my baby is eleven already! Every morning I have a cry on his birthday. See, he almost died at birth. I was in labor more than 17 hours and then the doctor said he was in distress and she had to do an emergency csection. I said let's go. Before I knew it, they had me almost cut in half and were carrying out my baby, who was gone so quickly that they couldn't tell me for sure if he was a boy or a girl. Turns out that my uterus had ruptured and the baby was in distress. I sent Glenn to go check on him while they stitched me back together. I cannot tell you all the thoughts that went through my mind at the time...cerebral palsy, learning disabilities, mental disability. Within a few moments a pediatrician came in and congratulated me on my big HEALTHY baby boy! By that time the tears had filled both my ears and spilled over. Then the tears of joy began. He was fine and healthy! Still is as a matter of fact...all 80 lbs and 4'10 of him.
Happy birthday my sweet boy. I love you to the moon and back a million gazillion times.