10 years ago today, i gave birth to a 7 lb, 6 oz, 21 in boy. around 7pm, i believe…
he wasn’t very cute when he came out. in fact, he was beet red and screaming at the top of his lungs.
i, on the other hand, was writhing in pain as the doctor sewed me up. yes, i just said that. and no, i’m not talking about a c-section.
after all that work, i was incredibly impatient. all i wanted was my baby…
but an hour later, when the nurse brought him into my room and said, “here are some diapers, formula, and a couple of blankets. good night!” i looked at her like, whaaaa?! i wanted to say, lady i just gave birth. i’m tired and need to get some rest before motherhood starts tomorrow morning. and then reality set in. paige, motherhood is not a 9-5. it’s your life. 24 hours a day. for the rest. of. your. life.
that night, i couldn’t sleep. i kept taylor in my arms all night long. almost afraid to set him down. afraid that if i inadvertently woke him…i’d have to do something…like change his diaper or feed him. eeek! what if i do it wrong? what if he doesn’t stop crying? i’m not ready!!
so i let him sleep soundly (afraid to move an inch) as i watched back to back showings of a nightmare on elm street. how funny is that? nothing was scary after giving childbirth. not even old freddy.
an interesting event took place in the early morning hours before i gave birth…
we had family in town, so i ended up sleeping on the couch and taylor’s aunt slept on the floor. we stayed up late, watching tv and chit chatting. eventually, around midnight, we both drifted off to sleep. suddenly, BAM! something smacked into the patio sliding door. i was freaked out, so was she…what the eff is going on?! i got down on the floor and very quietly and slowly, the two of us crawled on all fours over to the slider. as i pushed the blinds to the side, i came face to face with a baby owl. the owl stared at me, dazed, shook his little head (i kid you not!), then flew away.
rad, huh? delivery for paige pitzer…
i have so many more photos, but decided to share only a few. it was so fun, yet incredibly hard to look through albums and boxes full of pictures of my little baby boy. i laughed, i cried, i miss those cheeks! i love who he’s becoming, but i’d also love to hold his tiny little body in my arms again. *sigh* ahhh…i’m tearing up as i write this! (such a freaking baby.)
my tiny little baby boy has now become a young man-[ish].
his legs are hairy, he has braces, he likes van halen, i’m not allowed to see him naked anymore, and apparently – [he told me] i worry about him too much. that’s just it, i tell him…i will never stop worrying.
and even though i may embarrass him with public displays of affection and he claims his bff danny is funnier than i am…i don’t believe him. i still got it. i can still make him laugh…no! giggle…harder than anyone.
because i have an arsenal full of adolescent boy nonsense – gross farts, burping the alphabet, silly voices, hysterical faces, and “the tickle monster”.
i’m proud of my genes. so far, we helped make an amazing little dude who is smart, interesting, hysterical, sarcastic, caring, loving…and so much more.
happy 10th birthday to my sweet sweet boy.