That Time I Almost Had A Baby In The Car
Why is pregnancy so different each time around? I mean like seriously, everything feels different. Because it was my second baby I looked pregnant almost right away, but because I was so busy chasing after a two year old I would constantly forget that I was pregnant until I looked down and saw my HUGE belly.
Doesn’t that freak you out a little? It totally freaks me out looking at it. It absolutely freaked me out living it.
I only vaguely overheard her because I was too busy looking at the ultrasound screen and my beautiful baby boy.
|Yep, that’s my boy alright. Picking his nose in utero on 3D ultrasound. Fun times.|
He pulled into a Walgreens parking lot to get himself a drink. “Well if I’m going to have to sit there, I at least want a drink.”
I can’t walk, I can barely breathe at his point, and the man drops me off, and not even at the front door! He doesn’t want to “have to pull all the way in.” I’m left standing there and I can’t even stand up straight.
Someone must have noticed me because out runs an orderly with a wheelchair and up to labor and delivery we go.
To the hospital, you might like to believe? Nope!
HE WENT HOME.
It just stopped.
And since my water hadn’t broken, they sent me home!
Six weeks later and not long after arriving at the hospital, my son was born drug free, and without the lunatic screaming that occurred the first time around. My husband once again nearly missed the birth after dropped me off at the delivery ward and the baby came quickly, but miraculously my mother and my husband showed up just in time to see his birth.
My son though, well he was not going to allow his sister to be the only one to make a dramatic entrance, oh no, he needed to have a little drama of his own as well.
I look at my son now and I can’t believe anyone would want to throw him away like his dad did. When he wraps his little arms around my neck and proclaims “Mommy I wuv (love) you MOST” I can feel his little heart intertwining with mine, and as he grows, my heart grows with him. When everything he encounters has the possibility to become a tool that he can ‘fix” something for mommy with, I find myself falling more and more in love with the male gender. When I sneak into his room at night, climb into his crib, and wrap my arms around the tiny being that is him, I know that come hell or high water I will spend my life protecting this child. I know that he was meant to be my son. I look at this little man of my dreams and I know that I was made to love him.
Happy third birthday son, you are more wanted than you will ever know.