Happy birthday, Liam!

September 1, 2016

Yesterday, Liam turned four!  It was a tough birthday for the little guy, he’s still feeling pretty gross from having his tonsils out last Friday.  I I wasn’t able to blog on his actual birthday, but still wanted to share my Liam birthday thoughts!

Liam was so over his due date, at the end of August in 2012.  (a drought/heat wave kind of year.) The humidity took my breath away every time I went outside, the heartburn was unreal, and I was just kind of a grouchy pregnant lady by August 26th.  I laid in bed all day, watched trashy tv, or wandered the library.  We’d just moved to Indiana, and I had one friend at that point.  I remember meeting her for lunch, and being so unbelievably excited.  FINALLY.  I had plans, I had something to do!

Days later on the 30th, I met with the doctor for a non-stress test.  I guess I failed, because I was informed I would be induced that night at 6:00 pm.  I was surprised by how much I enjoyed this.  I figured my water would break in Target or  at the Library.  I was able to take a nice bath, pack some DVDs, and eat a nice lunch.

Naively, I thought the baby would come in just a couple hours after we arrived at the hospital.  (It would be over twenty four hours from that check in before he would arrive)  Liam was born in the midst of a baby boy boom, with something like 18 baby boys being born that weekend. I was introduced to Cerdavil around 9:00 pm, and then I went to sleep for what felt like the world’s worst rest ever.  All hours of the night, I was poked and examined.  At 7:00 a.m, disappointed in my progress, they started Pitocin.  Eventually, I got an epidural and things sped up a little bit.  Right before I started pushing, I got a fever.  I call them anxious fevers, I get one every time I stress out.  I had to get an antibiotic for risk of an infection.  Finally, it was time to push.  He came out in fifteen minutes, His cord was wrapped around his neck, so he didn’t cry originally.  I began to have a hemorrhage, and everything during this “golden” hour feels blurry and nauseating.  In and out of conscience, I was being hit in the lower stomach, getting shots in my thighs, and Liam was finally crying!  We survived, and we were happy.

Despite being incredibly fatigued for what felt like eight weeks after he was born, being Liam’s mom has brought me more joy than I ever imagined.  He is the funniest little dude, albeit rough.  Along with the joy, you’ve brought stress and anger.  Being your mom has been challenging and fun, and I can’t wait to see what you become. You are friendly, serious, and you love television.  You’ve been through a lot in your young life, and I haven’t always been the best mom.   More days than I’m proud to admit, I’ve “growled” at you or wished you would just cooperate!!  I appreciate you way more than I did when you were younger.

I’ve ached for you to know how much you mean to me, and I hope you feel that love on your birthday!

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