Monday, June 16, 2014


SBR had a birthday.   My Reid Truman, No.1, RTR, Reider, Reider Pumpkin Eater… My 1st born turned 4. 

On his birthday I tend to constantly look at the clock and try to remember exactly what was happening at the very moment in time, during his birth.  Because I don't ever want to forget the day that changed me completely. 

<cliffs notes version>  
1:00a  water breaks,  
3:30a after a verbal beating from Dr. OB sis-in-law for not already being at the hospital after the 1a events, we head to the hospital.  
5:30a they confirm that was my water that broke, but that I was not in labor, so they induced me.  
9:30a, meet Dr. O'Connell. He and I became fast friends, he was the ansthesiologist.  I sleep.  
12:30p, epidural wore off.  My new BFF fixes it, I sleep.  
3:00p my Dr. who was supposed to leave for the beach in San Diego at 2p  was there, she's still confident I'm going to 'deliver this baby by early evening.'  
5:00p Dr. heads to vacation. (I know this would upset some people, but really, I paid her for the 8 mos of prenatal care.  It did not matter to me she was leaving.)  
6:00p my 3rd epi (no auto-correct I did not mean epic, thank you) wears off.  I need to push,  ooooh… right, there are these 2 little bones that stick out in the middle of my hips. It's called an isheal pelvis.  This prevents 'larger than normal' babies from getting through.  
7:30p I give in, I gave up.  I could not do it anymore.  The birthing staff agreed.  
sssso where do you suppose I can find my BFF? How could he leave ME NOW??  FIRED.  
(Apparently this kid's mom was one of those "eh, I think I'm in labor" arriving to be "checked out" to find she is having this baby right now!  So my BFF had to put me on the back burner.)  
No fear, Dr. O'Connell and I made up, he did have a decent excuse and more drugs.  and he's such a nice guy. 

After all that trauma, at 10:45p, they took me to surgery and I had SBR by 10:50p.  
IT'S A BOY!!  
Crazy, I thought for sure he was a girl.  
10 lbs, 3 oz.  20-something inches long, shock of black hair, simple.  fat.  perfection. 

As I sit and think about my crazy, amazing, incredible, beautiful little boy… I'm in awe.   He has single handedly given me a purpose.  To be his Mawm.  He makes us see the world in a much more literal view.  He's very smart (no, I'm not just biased, it's also true) and timid and genuine and sassy and attitudey and sensitive and innocent and not so innocent.  He's a great big brother and a horrible influence to his little brother.  

He's so so sweet.  I love him.  He's a keeper.  my No. 1. 

First Days

First Birthday

Happy 4th birthday to SBR!  This year has great things ahead of you, I cannot wait to see you grow!  just please stop growing…    


Anonymous said...

So many changes about to happen. Late Happy Birthday! PT

Anonymous said...

I kinda feel like I really know these little people, now that I have met them.....Hope things are good. Thanks for welcoming me to the good life in Arizona and for hauling me around...Hope the boy had a great to ya soon....