It was a cool Monday Morning in May, and behind all the anticipation and the anxiety all I could think of was...I want a sandwich! The fact that you know you are not supposed to eat makes you even hungrier. This is a proven fact. For the entire pregnancy I was sick and eating was something I did because I had to; especially in the morning. But that day, I was dying for a ham and cheese sub.
I was told the Food Service would be closed by 4pm (WTF) and I was convince I was going to be able to make it before by pure will power. I will spare you the few hours in between...it went from I'm ok and being able to stand the contractions to the nurse telling me you have only a few minutes to get the epidural, to me telling my husband "go get me that Doctor with the drugs"
The little Asian girly is his accomplice, apparently they get together and go to the door in the back and knock so they can let them out in the yard.
Back to the story:
Of course being that you are my child and will inherit my strong will (hardheaded some may say-semantics, really) you where born at exactly 4:15pm...goodbye sandwich!
You where blueish, and squishy and warn and beautiful. The moment you where placed on top of me, the water works began. I was always so worry about how could I love someone so much again after your big brother. You see after a while it was just him and I and that was ok.
Then I held you and I melted, and realized your heart expands with each child, it does not separate in pieces but rather enlarges itself to make more space to love you...cheesy I know, but even this sarcastic woman cannot deny the love one feels by holding a newborn baby.
So here is to you my little man, I'll love you forever and I will gladly give up a lifetime supply of sandwishes for you any day!
Over & Out