It's amazing how much things have changed in the past 2 years. Two years ago today, I was preparing for the birth of my second child. I was a mess, emotionally. I was newly divorced & scared. I was terrified of the thought of going through labor & also motherhood, on my own. I knew that I had to do it. That my children were going to need for me to be strong. My oldest, Dalton, was 19 months old. He needed me. And his little brother needed me. On March 4, 2005 (03-04-05 my ob-gyn pointed out before delivery!), my supportive parents drove me to the hosital to be induced one week early, while my sweet grandma stayed with Dalton.
We arrived at the hospital. I was so nervous. I had a c-section the first time around. It was quick, but the pain while healing was horrific. I had a hard enough time, caring for Dalton, when he was born. I knew that I wouldn't be able to go through that & take care of two children. I was given the medicine to start contractions. After the contractions started & got to be strong, I was given an epidural for the pain. A few hours later, Braden Mitchell was born. Both of my parents were there, to hold my hand. (I just had a funny thought! All of the men reading this are saying, "No, for the love of god, STOP!!!)
Braden turns 2 on Sunday. I am feeling really emotional about it. I know that he has to grow up. But he is my baby. Probably my last child. And he is growing up. I think I really know how my parents must have felt, as I hit all of my major milestones in life.
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