how does this happen
this growing up so quickly
it makes my head spin
Today, the wee one is 7! How can that be? Seriously. How is this possible that he is already 7?
He is reading chapter books and putting together his own Lego creations, and asking me questions about probe droids and multi-dimensional universes and where babies come from and why I can't spend more time snuggling with him. He is so little and so big.
This time seven years ago I was getting my two hours of sleep for the night. Not yet in active labor, but wondering if something was starting. The wee one gave such a forceful kick, the entire bed moved and I woke up. How my water didn't break is a mystery.
I timed contractions for hours before waking my husband. Then we drove to the hospital. It was a Friday – Memorial Day weekend, I think. My doctor was out of town.
I had a very typical hospital birth with some minor complications. Meconium, vacuum extraction, those kinds of things. And even with that, it was the most beautiful experience. This baby had been born! Out of me! A perfect miniature face and body. An exact replica of my husband, but with my big eyes.
Even 6 weeks after he was born I would have to stop and stare and wonder how such a thing was possible – the making of a baby.
May 31, 2002. So much has happened since then, and yet, I vividly remember the moment he was born. The moment we got in the car as a family of three for the first time. The "Oh shit, now what?!" feeling we had when we got home.
My sweet Sam. 7 years old! How can it be?