One year ago today, I was not in labor. This was a problem, since I was two weeks late, except I wasn’t two weeks late as we most decidedly learned after the baby was born.
With his six older siblings, I wrote out the details of my labor and delivery. I used to go back and read these in those final weeks before the next baby came. I never wrote George’s birth story. I think a lot of that had to do with my husband and sons leaving me in the care of my daughters about nine hours later to drive to Florida to meet the moving truck. And how 4 days later, we had grandparents in town for his baptism. And how I spent the 5th day of his life loading boxes into a U-Haul trailer and driving 350 miles, arriving long after midnight, and needing to unload the entire trailer right then because my mattress was in there.
Writing the birth story just didn’t seem very important at that time. I wanted to, but I just didn’t have the energy.
Somehow, we recovered. Here is George, on his birthday eve.
|His chin dimple gets the most attention from strangers.|
|My earliest walker – first steps at age 10 months.|
At this point I asked the kids to be amusing and make the child smile. At first, he just thought they were strange. But they finally got him to laugh.