My baby turns 7 today.
I have re written this post probably 10 times already because I keep getting sad. I don't wan to be sad on his birthday. I think it just brings back so many raw emotions of the craziness that surrounded his birthday. I don't want that to be hanging over his day though, so I am gonna just set this right here.
Seven years ago today, I laid in a hospital bed, afraid for my life. And for that of my baby. My doctors had all been clear with me. No one was sure what was going to happen but they made sure I knew what could. I prepared myself for the worst and prayed for the best.
My prayers were answered. After a few hiccups, which included turning off the epidural 5 minutes after it started because my blood pressure dropped, and being so very tired, Alexander was born. With all 10 fingers and all 10 toes. And lungs like you would not believe. And then they placed him in my arms and I could finally breath again. One of best moments in my life.
And now 7 years later he is becoming his own little person. Talking about personal space and needing time to himself. Just last night, he didn't need to hold my hand. And its been months since he climbed in to be with us. He even makes his own breakfast. I know I should be happy about all these things. And I am. But there is a little sting in it all too.
I couldn't be more proud of him. He is kind and caring. Full of compliments for others. He has is own sense of fashion and can care less if others don't agree with him. He is for the most part, one of the most grateful and laid back kids I know.
The poor kid is growing faster than we can shop for him. Sports come easy to him. He is quick to face his fears and is well on his way to be an adrenaline junkie. Now I'm holding my breath again.
He is 100% boy. Rough and Tumble. He asked if I could put him in boxing classes. Not karate, straight up boxing. He has the energy and stamina for it. Plus some. Things sure have changed.
There was a day he was content to sit in my lap and watch animal planet. We would color for hours. And take nice long naps together.
And now he is 7. Seven! He looks forward to going to school. He does chores with out complaining. And he is willing to work to get the things he wants. Sure there is a rogue tantrum and tears in there every now and then, but for the most part he is easy going.
Today is his day. He requested Bacon for breakfast. Cupcakes at school. Lumpia for dinner. And cake with Daddy, Grandma and Grandpa for dessert. It will be the first time in a few years that David will be home. So I made the bacon, got the cupcakes ready to go and now I need to get dinner rolling.
I've got a smile on. I'm ready to celebrate and be happy. Hes another year older but he is and will always be my baby!
Happy Birthday my love.