Month Two

Dear EC,

Today you turn two months old. It is hard to believe that time has flown by this fast.

Two months ago yesterday, I forced your father to take me to the Mexican restaurant. I am not sure if the Chile Pobueno made me go into labor or if it was your father hitting every pot hole in the road on the way home. Regardless, it worked. Thank goodness! We were so excited and couldn’t wait for you to get here…….and my feet could not swell any bigger.

At four o’clock that morning, I awoke when my water broke. I was so excited that I couldn’t go back to sleep. I finished packing our bag for the hospital and pacing the floor until your father woke up. He was so ecstatic! Your NuNu rode to the hospital with me and helped me check in. By nine o’clock I was in a room and things were rolling. I called your Grammy and Granddaddy and they started the trip from Kentucky.

You were coming! I couldn’t believe it. I was going to be a mother. I couldn’t wait to hold you in my arms and kiss your little head. I wondered if you would look like me and hoped that you would have your father’s beautiful blue eyes. I wanted to hear your voice and whisper sweet I-love-yous in your ear.

Your father got to the hospital around ten o’clock and had called everyone to let them know that you were on your way into the world. Daddy BJ, Uncle Brad and Aunt Mimi stopped by because the just couldn’t wait! Grammy and Granddaddy arrived around noon and my labor was progressing well. The nurse said that she expected you to make your grand entrance around five o’clock.

Then something went wrong…….the little waves on the monitor disappeared. Your heartbeat was gone. The room flooded with nurses. They were pressing on my belly and rolling me back and forth. Nothing was working, so they had your Grammy sign paperwork for an emergency c-section. I must have said a million little prayers when they were taking me to the operating room.

When they were prepping me for surgery, they found your heartbeat again. It was going strong, but they decided to take you anyway. Your father came rushing in, wearing his scrubs just as the surgery started. He kissed my cheek and we exchanged “I love you”s ………and then, I heard you! I heard your little cry! You were perfect and wonderful and healthy.

I thank God for you every day. I thank Him for your ten little fingers and your big beautiful blue eyes. I am thankful for the curve of your ears and the little dimple in your chin. I thank Him for letting me be your mommy……..and I will try to be the best mommy a little boy could ask for.

I love you,
Mommy