In anticipation of Chase’s upcoming sixth birthday, I decided to repost what I wrote last year about his birth. This still captures exactly what I remember from that momentous day. I still do not understand how it is possible that I have an almost six year old!
Originally posted May 1st, 2016
Today, I have a 4-year-old. Tomorrow, I have a 5-year-old. We have moved through these 5 years in the blink of an eye yet Chase’s birth seems so long ago. It’s an odd sensation…time. I, however, remember the events of his birth so clearly. I remember Wayne Randazzo calling Jason at 11pmish on Sunday May 1st to see if Jason was covering the news that next morning. We awoke, turned on the TV to find that Osama Bin Laden was dead. I remember laying there watching TV and then, just like that labor started (I blame both Wayne and Osama). I remember busting out my laptop to send a few last work emails at 3am (come on folks, it’s me). I remember eating and thank god I did for I would not eat again until 6pm….14 hours later. I remember finally leaving for the hospital at 5am on Monday May 2nd. I remember being offered a wheelchair and politely declining, I could walk the 20 feet. I remember Buffy the Vampire Slayer on TV ( it was 6am after all). I remember throwing up….a lot. I remember Shirley trying to take a picture of me, and her stating that I would want to remember this. I remember asking Jason to ask her to leave (sorry, mom. I love you and I know you meant well). I remember Jason eating a BLT, and I remember my disgust both from the fact that he was allowed to eat and also that bacon does not mix with nausea. I remember shuffling through the hallways telling Jason that we were “one and done” (child-birth ain’t no joke… It hurts). I remember being in a sleep deprived delirious drugged state…….14 hours into labor getting ready to push and loudly proclaiming “let’s do this” to which the doctor and nurses stopped to laugh. I remember seeing him for the first time, waiting for the first sound….the first cry. You don’t realize it going in, but that cry is all you want in that moment. I remember holding him, I remember the love that I felt, that feeling of instant love that you don’t really get anywhere else in life…..that Love that I feel every day. Happy birthday eve to the little boy who taught me how to love unconditionally. You make me so proud. (and fun thing, the hospital gives you a newspaper on the day your baby is born. We hit the jackpot that day when it comes to newspapers…and healthy baby boys)