On January 3rd, 2014, I was sitting in my in-laws' basement, chatting with my hubby on Facebook. He was about a 5 hour drive from me and we were reminiscing about that conversation this morning.
The jist of the convo was that he was far away, and I was about 3 weeks away from my due date. So the debate: should he drive north to me (I was at his parents) or sit tight because there was supposed to maybe be a storm that day.
I told him not to rush, because I didn't think there was any baby coming anytime soon. But he made the call that yes, he would head up north to be with me.
And thank goodness he did! My water broke at about 10pm that night, and he had only arrived in town a few hours earlier. Within a few hours of contractions starting, my firstborn arrived! Had hubby not made the drive up, he would have missed the birth of our first child!
Little K was early, jaundiced, and a little noodle. The birth was fast, and pretty much perfect. And life changed forever. We had no idea what we were doing and I was a mess. But there he was, and today, January 4th, he turns 4.
I had no idea what it meant to be selfless. I didn't know that I had such a range of emotions in me, or that I would ever have the feeling of completeness that I do now.
My eldest brings me so, so much happiness and also challenges me like no one has. He is witty, smart, creative, funny, and helps with his little brother as much as he's able. He'll be going to JK in September and I can't believe how much time has passed.
There's nothing else like being his mama.
Happy birthday little K. Love you.