Today is my son’s fourth birthday. It’s so strange to think that we’ve survived four years together. That he’s doing so well considering he’s so very precocious.
I was in the middle of trying to deliver him this time four years ago. We’d just about decided that we were going to give up. All I was doing was straining and straining. The nurses were pointing out that all I was doing was making myself need hemorrhoids treatments but munchkin was stuck and all we were doing was causing both of us distress.
So, we had to do a c-section. It turned out there was no way I could have delivered him, everything was in the right place, there was no placenta previa but he was just way too big. They’d estimated he was 8lbs, 8 and a half at most. He turned out to be 9lb 6oz; but he was crabby and healthy, so that’s good.
He continues to be a very healthy little boy. This past year is the first time he’s really been sick for any length of time. He’s so excited about the possibility of going to school, pre-school anyway, so I hope he gets bumped off the wait list to the proper one, though it is pretty scary to think that he’s old enough to go to school.
