Monday, August 25, 2008

A Boy Becomes . . . A Bigger Boy

Yesterday was the anniversary of the day I went under the knife. They called it "failure to progress". Which translated into something like "your kid has a big head, your epidural is wearing off, and I have been on call a long time . . . let's get him out." Enter anesthesia and the knife. Experienced docs can have a baby out of you in minutes, let me tell you.

I remember being really disappointed in being robbed of a "natural" delivery. Somehow, I thought it would be better to have brought my son into the world the way nature intended.

Yesterday, as this handsome, bright-eyed, floppy-haired kid stood there, surrounded by his friends, blowing out 11 candles and cracking jokes, I realized it didn't matter how he got into this world. Just that he was here. And mine.

Another year older. But still my first baby.

Respectfully submitted,

The Wife


BamBam said...

Happy birthday to your little man!
Will you be getting him into the latest fashion trend now?

You know! Hot fashion faux-pas for even hotter chicks!

Plaid n' Prints = The new Axe baby!

SirFWALGMan said...

Happy birthday!

CC said...

I remember our first son's heartbeat being distressed after inducing, and the doctor telling Honey and me that they had to do a C-section. I'm holding her hand and telling her everything will be OK, and suddenly I hear a baby boy crying. I look over the drape on her belly, and the first thing I saw was her abdomen open with a bright light shining into it from above us. The next thing I saw was my new son. Two more natural births later, and I don't even know if my wife remembers much about the three births. Each day is a great day with these people in our lives, don't you think?