I spent the majority of the day doing the hardest work that I had ever done in my life. The epidural never worked so most of the day was spent in agony.
Cale was actually born 11 minutes into the next day so his birthday is tomorrow, but I will never forget this day either. When Cale was born, he didn’t cry. He just looked around to see the world. He actually lost points on his agpar score for that, but it was such a defining moment. When he did start crying, he stopped immediately when I held him for the first time. He was soon whisked away and I didn’t see him for until late the next day. I’ll never forget those moments though. Meeting my love for the first time. It was all worth it. All of the morning sickness, all of the scary tests, the hard painful labor. Just for one look at him.
I had always said that I would admit if he was ugly when he was born. But he wasn’t. He was absoultely beautiful. I still can’t look at him without admiring his beauty.
We lost a memory card that had pictures of his first birthday on them. This was taken in March 2005, soon after we got to Sicily. (Forgive the *really* bad picture of me and I hope the bunny doesn’t give you nightmares!)
Such a big kid now.
My handsome prince, how I love you. I’m happy to take any little bit of love that you’re willing to give, even if it means us “hiding from the (s)pooky” under a blanket together, or when you’re trying to prolong bedtime, or when you say, “You’re not mean; you’re nice,” and then you smile your cutest smile at me. It melts my heart every time.
(He has decided that I am having a dolphin party for my birthday and he’s going to give me a heart made out of diamonds and triangles too. Love that!)