Or, the first day day of his life being 1 year old, at least. This is what happens when you are a Leap Day baby. And cake will not be happening until the weekend, but I will post pictures of the devastation. We've been training for months now, I tell you. MONTHS!
I would like to dedicate this post to The Epidural Man. Thank you, Friendly Epidural Man, for giving me back my joy in childbirth. Thank you a million times over and then some. Thank you, cytotec for a surprisingly easy induction of labor (so much gentler than especially my last "natural" labor... unnatural for the win!) Thank you to my wonderfully compassionate family physician for my Best Birth Ever. Thank you to my sweet Soul Sisters, because I've never seen so many women who have had natural births who were so annoyed that it was taking SO LONG TO GET ME THAT EPIDURAL. SHOULD HAVE BEEN PLACED WITHIN 3 MINUTES OF ADMISSION, RITE???
And thank you, God, that I was born in a time and place where access to the miracles and kindnesses of modern medicine is a given.
Happy birthday, my sweet little guy. Thank you so much for coming into our lives. We are so grateful that you are here. <3
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