Four years ago today, my youngest son was born. He was actually born on his due date, which I hear is incredibly rare, like only 5% of babies are this punctual.
My oldest son was born 8 days early and I was convinced, and my doctors agreed, that most likely this little guy would be early as well. 37 weeks and 6 days came and went and the next 8 days past slower than as if Father Time had actually halted time himself. Everyday I would wake up thinking, "This could be the day that we meet our new baby!". Every night I went to bed frustrated, thinking, what if he never comes out? Pregnant women tend to be a tad irrational, but don't tell them that!
"...the next 8 days past slower than as if Father Time had actually halted time himself."
It was 9pm on October 9th. I was watching a rerun of Friends, because when you are 40 weeks pregnant, watching TV is really the only enjoyable thing left in life. All I could think was, well, another day has come and gone. Then, in a split second, my exhaustion and frustration turned into a very alert, nervous, excited, terrified state of mind (and this was number two - maybe I was terrified because I knew exactly what was coming).
You know in the movies and on TV how the pregnant women's water always breaks suddenly while she's hailing a cab or grocery shopping? Well, this is also very rare. According to the almighty Google, this only happens for 15% of women - the rest have contractions well before, well, you know. I guess I am an odd bird because this happened with both my babies, but luckily I was a home both times.
After a short labor, with actual contractions (I know I am lucky, don't hate me), our beautiful baby boy was born around 5am on 10-10-12. He has blessed and completed our family in so many ways - I can't imagine life without him.
Happy Birthday Maxwell!