Go Shorty! It's Your Birthday!

So today is the Mud Puddle’s birthday – the big F-O-U-R. He had me up and out of bed early this morning as he was told he could open one of his presents (he picked the biggest one of course) from his father and I.
There are certain details about the days (weeks really) leading up and including the actual day of his birth that Scott and I reminisce about every year (and I am guessing we will still even on his 40th birthday). I will share a few in honor of the occasion:

I went 11 days over my due date - honest to God, the LONGEST 11 days I have ever LIVED. I am not an impatient person by nature (I heard that!), but lordy that was a long time. And it was made worse by all the phone calls asking ‘have you had that baby yet?’.
Which led to the strict enforcement of my personal rule of not calling pregnant women around their due date and harassing them. So if you are pregnant (or plan to be) and I go into communications black out around your due date, I still love you, I am doing you a favor – trust me.

I almost had him on Friday the 13th – his name would have been Jason (those bad horror movies) instead of Joshua had that happened. They had decided he was too big to fit down the rabbit hole (estimate going in was 11 pounds) so my doctor decided to perform a C-section but they were booked on Friday so we went in on Saturday. Fine by me, I am a superstitious freak so the 14th was a much better day for me to bring a life into the world.

The night before I had him “Smoky and The Bandit” was on tv and I didn’t watch it – this would lead anyone who knows me really well to deduce that I was probably in labor. Anytime I am not smack in the middle of the couch singing the words to “keep on trucking” and mouthing along with Jackie Gleason then something is really REALLY wrong with me. In this case – early stages of labor.

Scott almost missed me going into the operating room – he and my family had gone to get something to eat (knowing me well and leaving me alone for a minute – I am a girl who needs her space) when they decided right that second they had to wheel me in. The nurse was having KITTENS that he had left. They were paging his butt all over the hospital and I was calling his cell, and nothing. They were just about to give up on him when he showed up. Can you imagine the life of torture he would have endured at my hand if he had missed THAT.

When Joshua heard Scott’s voice for the first time he stopped crying – he wailed his pink little head off until Scott went over and said hello to him. Then he stopped and realized this was a familiar voice! At last! Someone he knew.

At approximately a half an hour into life he had already thrown me my own dirty look. The first time of many I assure you.

The second he was born is the greatest moment of my life and all the writers in all of time could never put into words the joy and unconditional love I felt in that moment and still do four years on.