Monday, December 04, 2006

Way Back When

Seven years ago on the last day of November, the baby I was expecting was overdue. I was miserable and kept poking my belly announcing to the creature inside that I was issuing an eviction notice. Finally, on that last November day, I started feeling contractions. Once in a while, but not often enough to actually seem like labor.

That night, we went to the mall to walk around and time contractions. Later, I decided (way too early) that it was time to go to the hospital. They did keep me, and I labored all night. With the dawn, my desire for natural labor had comletely disappeared and I got an epidural. Which turned out to be a good thing, since until I got it I had not dilated any further from where I'd been when I checked into the hospital.

Then I labored and labored and labored. The day passed. Everything moved s-l-o-w-l-y. Finally, after 25 hours and three hours of pushing, The Boy was born at 10:20 p.m. on December 1. He'd managed to make it as hard for me to get him out as possible, being over nine pounds, facing up instead of down and holding his hand up to his face.

I became a mom. The authorities trusted me to bring home a tiny little human. I had very little idea what life would be like with a demanding, wailing creature around and now seven years and three more children around, I can hardly remember that time before children.

The Boy has grown and changed so much in seven years, that I can barely recognize the face of the baby I once cuddled in the lean, lanky boy. Usually I think I want to keep him and see what the years to come will bring.



5 comments:

Frazier said...

Happy Birthday! I can't believe it's been 7 years.

Fawn said...

Hi Jordana-
I have been reading your blog for several months now, a lurker you could say. This post was so moving to me as a mother of a young son. I was touched by the sweetness, yet chuckled at your sense of humor. Yeah, I guess I'll keep my son too. It's amazing, these little lives unfolding right before our eyes. Happy birthday to your son.

Terry Oglesby said...

How sweet--happy birthday to him. And to you, for that matter, because a new mom was born at the exact moment he was born. So happy 7th to you both!

Marc V said...

Happy Birthday to the boy, and congratulations to the mom who not only survived but has produced three more kidlets! I like the three cupcake arrangement. Two would not have been enough, while four would have seemed crowded. I hope he realizes that he's lucky to be getting cupcakes, considering all that you have to do with an infant in the house.
[My 8 year old is lean and lanky too, but still available for a big ol' hug!]

Another Jordana said...

Happy Birthday, Boy!

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