Eight years ago today I gave birth to this beautiful boy. He came into the world right at midnight screaming his lungs out. And that was after hours of me screaming out mine. He was 4 weeks early, but healthy as could be, just a little small. His birth was traumatic for me because I was forced into a natural childbirth by an incompetent nurse who couldn’t tell the difference between an abrupted placenta that required an emergency C-section, and a bladder infection. Luckily I listened to my own instincts and went back to the hospital, instead of listening to said incompetent nurse and staying home and bleeding to death.
However eventful his birth was, after all was said and done, it was very joyous. It was the last birth of any grandchild my mother was able to attend on Earth. Six weeks later my little buddy came down with a nasty case of RSV and was hospitalized for a week. I nursed him so I was in the hospital every hour with him. The hospital had to feed me since I was feeding the baby. Once he was released he was still on oxygen for a while and was not allowed to leave the house until Spring. That made for a long winter for us both. Luckily, my sister had her second child 16 1/2 hours before I had my little buddy and she was on maternity leave too and would come over with her two children and we both got some much needed adult contact.
I thought this beautiful boy would be saddled with asthma for the rest of his life, just like his mommy, and I grieved for him for having to endure the things I’ve had to endure in my life. Luckily, by the time he went to his kindergarten check-up, there was not a single trace of asthma (I credit this to frequent chiropractic visits, but I have no actual scientific proof).
Now, my beautiful boy is a tall, gangly, 8 year old. At every birthday I marvel at how quickly life is going. I am so fortunate to be this boy’s mother. He makes me laugh on a daily basis with his wit. He makes me marvel at his intelligence. He makes my heart happy with how kind and thoughtful he is. He is a gift to the world.
This is a lullaby, or “baby song” as my youngest likes to call them, that I have sung to all of my children. I sing it to my kids often. They know every word. Today I dedicate it to my beautiful boy.