Friday, January 7, 2011

Happy Birthday to my baby boy!

Exactly three years ago today I was in the hospital and terrified out of my mind!

I'll spare you the details, but it was a day and a moment that will forever live on in my memory. 

It was the day I fell in love with the tiniest person imaginable and prayed I wouldn't screw him up.

I remember pulling away from the hospital and looking at my husband with wide eyes. 

The conversation went something like this:
ME:  "Wow, there's a baby in the backseat.  How weird is that?"
HUBS:  "I know, I can't believe they just let you take them home afterwards.  Seems strange."
ME:  "We're not even really certified, do the birthing classes count?"
HUBS:  "I hope not, we failed at swaddling."

AND then we just died laughing.  I'm pretty sure we laughed so hard we cried.  Because in all honesty, at that moment, even though we planned everything and prepared the way you were supposed to, we both felt in over our heads.

I like to think we've been doing pretty well since that day.  Sure, there's been a few bumps here and there, a few frantic unnecessary trips to the doctor and ER, but all in all, I feel like we've done a decent job.

And my little man is growing up before my eyes, making me more proud with each passing day.

There's a good chance I will cry at random intervals today.  Never expected that either, but it happens every year.  Please tell me one of you does this too.  Am I alone?

So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my baby boy.

Mommy loves you more than you know! 


  1. I remember a male friend of my husband getting all excited at the birth of his first born. He emailed everyone claiming he knew what it felt like to be a father. All my friends laughed. He hadn't even experienced a sleepless night at this point (nor had he changed a diaper).

    It's amazing how much on the job training we end up doing, and it ends up okay in the end. For the most part. :D

    Hope your son has a wonderful day!

  2. Awww. Happy Birthday your little man. He's adorable.

    My daughter is 15 now, but when they put her in my arms at the hospital...she was the first infant I'd ever held. I was somewhere between madly in love and terrified.
    When we drove home with her, I sat in the back seat with her, next to her car seat. My husband drove us home at 15 MPH.

    Now she's in high school and learning how to drive.
    It goes by FAST. Enjoy every minute. :)

    Happy 2011,

  3. Being a parent is one of the most amazing, draining, emotional, rewarding things I have ever done. You are not alone.

    Happy birthday to your son!

  4. My holiday letters usually involve a recount of our trips to the ER. Carry on! Boys love adventure. He's wonderful.

  5. wonderful!! I just did two posts like this for two of my children before Christmas. It's so nice to see them grow. Thanks for sharing and for stopping by my blog. I'm a follower now. Glad to know you.

  6. Kristi, he is precious! Happy Birthday to him!!

    I think the story leaving the hospital is hilarious, and I'm sure most new parents think the same things--I'd be freaking out too!! Like, now what?! kind of thing. :)

  7. Aww happy birthday to him! You aren't the only one... my baby turns five next week and there's a chance I'll cry at random intervals all week.

  8. Awwww.... I always cry on my boys birthdays... and they are 21 and 19! Not to mention that I cry when I hear Trace Atkins sing "When They Do"..... Trust me, you are not alone :)

  9. Thank you all SO MUCH for your wonderful comments! His birthday was excellent and involved lots of *snuggling*. ;-)

    From what I hear, I better appreciate it now because I'll be uncool before too much longer.

  10. Oh, he's soooo cute!! Happy belated b-day to him!

  11. Hi, I'm Melissa I'm a new follower of your amazing blog! I was wondering if you'd like to join me reading a book a month in 2011? It starts on the 1st of February 2011 check out our blog group here..


    Would love your company!

  12. You are definitely not alone. The Pea is going through a "rock me!" stage and wants to be rocked for an hour at bedtime. I keep telling myself...they day is coming when I won't be able to rock at all.