The doctor started the pitocin at 7:30am. At 12:30 pm, my water broke. The anesthesiologist started working on getting my epidural in around 1:30, and after 2 hours of long needles, really long needles, and then using an ultrasound machine to help guide the needle, he finally got it in and got it working. At 3:25, it was time to push.
Parker Jacob was born at 3:26 pm – during a commercial break on General Hospital. (There are some things you just don’t forget.) It took just 2 little pushes to get him out. He was so tiny. I didn’t even get to hold him at first, because he needed oxygen right away. After a few minutes on the oxygen, he perked up and did just fine. They asked hubby if he wanted to hold Parker first, and he told the nurses that I would never forgive him if he didn’t give the baby to his Mama. Such a good man.
It was a very difficult delivery, and an even worse recovery. But in the end, I got the sweetest little boy out of it all.
Now, here we are, one year later, and my tiny baby boy is now a tiny little toddler. He runs – never walks – all over the place. He chatters, he plays, and he is an absolute joy to be around.
Sure, he drives me crazy. His separation anxiety can break nerves of steel. He still nurses more than most newborn babies. But, he’s mine. And even with all of those little things that can wear me out, I still wouldn’t trade him for the world.
Parker, Mommy loves you. Thank you for snuggling with me. Thank you for your wide open-mouthed suck-your-face-off kisses. Thank you for the smiles, the giggles, and all of the love that you have blessed me with. I am not perfect, but I can promise you that I will do my best to be the Mommy that you deserve. I love you, sweet boy, with all my heart.