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Five years ago Hubby and my mom and my sister and I trooped into a hospital birthing room in Tulsa, where my awesome nurse who became my mid-wife for Little Missy’s birth started me on pitocin, which brought a terrible contraction as Hubby held my hand and made me laugh hysterically while Regis and Kelly chattered on the TV in the background, but then a beautiful man with an epidural came and filled me full of pain medication (so much so that I didn’t feel another contraction and they had to tell me when to push), and then four hours and 20 minutes later I held my beautiful baby boy, who looked at me through squishy eyes and held my finger. They are the same squishy eyes that continue to look at me every morning.
Five years later my little boy who always wanted to be held is running ahead of me on our walks, will get so far ahead of me that I can’t see him and only turns around when hollered after.
My little boy who laid in his bassinet and screamed when I closed the shower curtain because he could no longer see me is now confident enough to run onto playgrounds without noticing where I am. My little boy who always needed me is now giving toys to the little kids he comes into contact with.
Somehow, through all the missteps and foibles and hugs and kisses, a fascinating and lovely little boy emerged. And I thank God that He entrusted me and Hubby to be the parents who get to watch him grow.
Five years ago Hubby and my mom and my sister and I trooped into a hospital birthing room in Tulsa, where my awesome nurse who became my mid-wife for Little Missy’s birth started me on pitocin, which brought a terrible contraction as Hubby held my hand and made me laugh hysterically while Regis and Kelly chattered on the TV in the background, but then a beautiful man with an epidural came and filled me full of pain medication (so much so that I didn’t feel another contraction and they had to tell me when to push), and then four hours and 20 minutes later I held my beautiful baby boy, who looked at me through squishy eyes and held my finger. They are the same squishy eyes that continue to look at me every morning.
Five years later my little boy who always wanted to be held is running ahead of me on our walks, will get so far ahead of me that I can’t see him and only turns around when hollered after.
My little boy who laid in his bassinet and screamed when I closed the shower curtain because he could no longer see me is now confident enough to run onto playgrounds without noticing where I am. My little boy who always needed me is now giving toys to the little kids he comes into contact with.
Somehow, through all the missteps and foibles and hugs and kisses, a fascinating and lovely little boy emerged. And I thank God that He entrusted me and Hubby to be the parents who get to watch him grow.
