Well, it wasn't deliberate. But upon further thought, it was almost exactly what I wanted out of my fantasy birth. Almost, because in my fantasy I wasn't screaming frantically into a pillow in a speeding car. (Chris: "I think I'm going to have to stop for gas." Me: "NO YOU AREN'T.") Most of the other desired elements were in place, though, which is pretty amazing since that was the only way I could’ve justified an unassisted VBAC. It was an accident. Can't cry over an accidental dream come true, can I?
And look at the adorableness that was born of it all! This has been a year of smiling, holding, thumb sucking, smooching, crawling and grunting, laying down for naps, and midnight bonding.
I don’t know that there’s any better way to say this… I’m so glad your dad and I were crazy enough to trust God with our fertility when we already had a ten-month-old. You are the wonderful, wonderful result, and your life is surprisingly refreshing. Even though you still wake up plenty through the night (some nights are better than others), I can safely say that you are a sweet, easy baby. You’re one of the manliest men I know: all action and movement, barbaric, with a charming smile that can melt the most guarded of girly hearts. If Solomon could be captivated by the Shulamite’s teeth, then I am definitely captivated by your little bunny teeth. It seems like you’re never too tired or cranky to crack a smile for me. To add to your many charms, you take it easy on me by sleeping away hours upon hours of the day so I can get things done and give your brother one on one time.
It’s hard to imagine what your future might hold, and what kind of man you’ll grow up to be. I pray that you’ll be wise, and that you will love God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength. He will show you what kind of person you’re meant to be and what your destiny is. I love you so much, and I’m proud to be your mama.
Life is wild.. Gear up for some adventuring, 'cause it's gonna be great!
XOXOXO, Your Mommy