Thursday, November 10, 2011
he's free!
not yet cashel!
i can't believe it.
feel's like yesterday you were born....unexpectedly early...
and i was concerned about my hair for our first picture together.
that ER was on while i was giving birth to you.
and your daddy got that great shot of you about 30 seconds after you were born.
and your daddy said, "crap, i have to put a bunch of furniture together now. i thought i had more time."
and we walked down to our second(!) "birthing" class the day after you were born to let everyone know to expect the unexpected.
that margerita's was closed because you were born on a monday and all i wanted was great italian food but we ate chipotle instead and didn't care.
that nana and granddaddy and uncle brian came to the hospital because you were here.
that i called my school and said, "i had my son today and don't have my grades complete."
that i called mimi at 3 in the morning and when she answered in somewhat of a panic i said, "hey, how are you?" then proceeded to tell her i was in labor.
that our nurse, angela, told me that my 8 was a 4.
that i looked at your daddy, told him to go see you (because i still had an iv that had to finish before i could walk) and he got really excited and said, "really? i can go see him?" and i said "duh, you're the dad."
that i walked into that nursery and saw you for the first time and thought, omg, he's so little! and perfect! and sweet! and he has tubes sticking out of him!
and your daddy said, "robin...aren't his arms a little long?" and i said, "i guess he'll be a basketball player."
that true, unconditional love began....
you're three?! i'd better not blink again.
i can't believe it.
feel's like yesterday you were born....unexpectedly early...
and i was concerned about my hair for our first picture together.
that ER was on while i was giving birth to you.
and your daddy got that great shot of you about 30 seconds after you were born.
and your daddy said, "crap, i have to put a bunch of furniture together now. i thought i had more time."
and we walked down to our second(!) "birthing" class the day after you were born to let everyone know to expect the unexpected.
that margerita's was closed because you were born on a monday and all i wanted was great italian food but we ate chipotle instead and didn't care.
that nana and granddaddy and uncle brian came to the hospital because you were here.
that i called my school and said, "i had my son today and don't have my grades complete."
that i called mimi at 3 in the morning and when she answered in somewhat of a panic i said, "hey, how are you?" then proceeded to tell her i was in labor.
that our nurse, angela, told me that my 8 was a 4.
that i looked at your daddy, told him to go see you (because i still had an iv that had to finish before i could walk) and he got really excited and said, "really? i can go see him?" and i said "duh, you're the dad."
that i walked into that nursery and saw you for the first time and thought, omg, he's so little! and perfect! and sweet! and he has tubes sticking out of him!
and your daddy said, "robin...aren't his arms a little long?" and i said, "i guess he'll be a basketball player."
that true, unconditional love began....
you're three?! i'd better not blink again.
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