Happy Birthday SoccerBoy!!!
First, Happy Birthday SoccerBoy. How does it feel to be 11-years-old? I hope you enjoy your day, from morning until night. Sorry I woke ya around midnight, but I just had to tell ya Happy Birthday at the exact minute of your birth.
I’ll never forget the day you came into this world, it was magical, nervous, scary and a mixture of all other emotions. No, not because I didn’t want you, you were wanted trust me. But I was so scared of actually giving birth. Not to mention I was afraid of going in and being told it was nothing more than Braxton-Hicks, I know you know what that means now because we did that with BabyGirl, remember?
The night I went into labor with you, I almost didn’t know. I know, something hard to believe but you were the first and I had no clue that it would feel like it did. I was under the impression I’d pee my pants inside a store or I’d drop down in severe pain from contractions. Instead things went quietly and quickly. Course, you decided that you wanted out that night, which meant waking people up and as you know I just don’t do that.
We didn’t have a car at the time and our ride had went out that night and wasn’t home. Not knowing anyone else I refused to knock on doors, heck I waited a bit before I woke up your dad. I had quietly packed my bag, went over the checklist and then nudged him saying, “It’s time.” He looked at me and almost went back to sleep, he thought he had been dreaming. When he woke up he asked how I knew, I explained some and he knew too. He was shocked that I wasn’t screaming or anything, quickly he dashed across the yard to our new friends Julia and Steve. Julia came running out and asking me how I knew, she tried timing them but I didn’t really feel much.
We learned really fast that the contractions were really fast, especially when I told them I felt like I needed to push. Immediately they directed me to their beautiful corvette. Yeah, like I was getting in that thing, what if my water broke? We got to the hospital and on the way up you really wanted to come out. The elevator went up and you came further down.
Inside the delivery room they said I was only a 2 and I wouldn’t be giving birth for a few days. Your daddy asked to go out for a smoke and they said he had plenty of time. But they didn’t know you wanted to come into the world so badly, I think you knew I’d waited long enough. You’d already proven all of them wrong by making it this far, you were going to show them in your own way.
Your dad was gone for as long as it takes to smoke a cigarrette and I was giving birth to you only a minute after he came back in. He was shocked, he had almost missed your birth. All they did was break the water and out you came. It was love at first sight, I remember watching your daddy tear up, yes I know he seems to be a big macho man but even they cry when they are happy. I promised you then that I’d be your best friend and protect you and even now I have kept that promise. I love you SoccerBoy, have a great birthday!
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