Seven years ago today I was a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend. But not a mommy. I remember going to the doctor AGAIN, then being sent to the hospital for an ultrasound to see how big this little guy was. They predicted he was going to a 10 pounder. Praise the Lord that wasn’t the case. They also saw the cord was wrapped around his neck and he facing the wrong way. Nice. I went home knowing it was going to be anytime but still really having no clue what was going on. I was huge and a week over due and continued waiting. I cleaned the house ONE MORE TIME. Visited Brian at work in the 100+ degree heat, made a huge meal for dinner because I knew we would have family in and out of the house in the next week or so. Then I waited some more. I took a really LONG walk that night. Praying that he would come soon. I had trouble sleeping in bed that night so I ended up on the couch. At 6am I awoke to a wet couch and to some contractions. Hmmm? I think something happened. I woke up Brian and said it was GO TIME. It was a long day. Don’t remember much of it. But finally after a series of events Mason was born at 11pm via c-section. Our lives were forever changed. I was a mommy and I had my first baby in my arms.
Today is Mason’s last day of being 6. Tomorrow we will have a 7 year old in the house. As much as I want to yell “Sloooooow down!” I love watching him get older and enjoying the new, fun things that come along with having an even bigger boy!