Six years ago that little guy came bursting into our world, perfect as can be and cute as a button! Really, he was the most divine little being and we were head over heals in love the moment we set eyes on him.
Birthdays always make me reflect, the boys hang on every word and we laugh as we go through the traditional story telling of the day they were born. I've said it before, I am convinced that birth stories are a reflection of their individual personalities and who they are today.
This little guy was different to the other two. The first sign of labour beginning was the exact due date, early in the morning a slight spotting in the shower. Mum was staying with us, she arrived the day before. I'd been over due with the other two, so we thought there would be plenty of time. But he's punctual this one, everything is done on time and to perfection. The day went by slowly, the odd contraction here and there, lots of cups of tea and sitting on the sunny deck.
I was so mentally prepared for the birth of this baby, I wanted to experience every moment, and was completely in touch with every breath, every movement, I could feel my body getting ready. I wanted to keep things as normal as possible for our other boys, so I still took the big boy off to kinder and picked him up as usual. Mum kept our very busy 2yr old entertained, and he kept her distracted.
Hubby was working locally, just waiting for the call, and by dinner time we called him. Off to the hospital I went. Upon arrival the midwives decided I looked way too good to be in labour (yes, I put on some lippy and fixed my hair, I wanted to feel good doing this I was completely in the zone), they examined me and said I was hours away, maybe even days, and that I'd be best back at home where I could relax.
My heart was telling me otherwise, I knew this baby was close, but home we went. The look on my poor mum's face when we returned home was filled with worry and concern. She knew too.
I climbed into bed, the contractions ramped up very quickly and within 40 minutes I knew I had to get back to the hospital, quick!
In the car, frantically driving back to the hospital, I could feel his head. He was born within 8 minutes of stepping through the hospital doors.
To this day, when he makes up his mind to do something, he does it. There's no faffing about, no procrastinating. He's determined and head strong, he has a temper you wouldn't wish for anyone to bare the brunt of, and he has the kindest heart, the most loving adoring personality. His brother's are his best friends, they are his world. He is witty, clever and capable of anything he puts his mind to, but you don't dare try to help, he's fiercely independent.
We love you to bits beautiful Eddie boy. Happy 6th Birthday my darling!
Birthdays always make me reflect, the boys hang on every word and we laugh as we go through the traditional story telling of the day they were born. I've said it before, I am convinced that birth stories are a reflection of their individual personalities and who they are today.
This little guy was different to the other two. The first sign of labour beginning was the exact due date, early in the morning a slight spotting in the shower. Mum was staying with us, she arrived the day before. I'd been over due with the other two, so we thought there would be plenty of time. But he's punctual this one, everything is done on time and to perfection. The day went by slowly, the odd contraction here and there, lots of cups of tea and sitting on the sunny deck.
I was so mentally prepared for the birth of this baby, I wanted to experience every moment, and was completely in touch with every breath, every movement, I could feel my body getting ready. I wanted to keep things as normal as possible for our other boys, so I still took the big boy off to kinder and picked him up as usual. Mum kept our very busy 2yr old entertained, and he kept her distracted.
Hubby was working locally, just waiting for the call, and by dinner time we called him. Off to the hospital I went. Upon arrival the midwives decided I looked way too good to be in labour (yes, I put on some lippy and fixed my hair, I wanted to feel good doing this I was completely in the zone), they examined me and said I was hours away, maybe even days, and that I'd be best back at home where I could relax.
My heart was telling me otherwise, I knew this baby was close, but home we went. The look on my poor mum's face when we returned home was filled with worry and concern. She knew too.
I climbed into bed, the contractions ramped up very quickly and within 40 minutes I knew I had to get back to the hospital, quick!
In the car, frantically driving back to the hospital, I could feel his head. He was born within 8 minutes of stepping through the hospital doors.
To this day, when he makes up his mind to do something, he does it. There's no faffing about, no procrastinating. He's determined and head strong, he has a temper you wouldn't wish for anyone to bare the brunt of, and he has the kindest heart, the most loving adoring personality. His brother's are his best friends, they are his world. He is witty, clever and capable of anything he puts his mind to, but you don't dare try to help, he's fiercely independent.
We love you to bits beautiful Eddie boy. Happy 6th Birthday my darling!
Hi Mel, what a special birthday tradition of relating their birth day on their birthday! Fantastic to think they will each remember their birth story and it will become family history..probably passed down to their own children and even grandchildren. Happy Birthday to Eddie!
ReplyDeleteThats just lovely Mel. He is a very special little guy and I know he will be a great big brother.
ReplyDeleteThat's what is so wonderful abou blogs! Your little man will be able to look back on this post many moons from now and read in words the love he feels from you. Magic! Happy birthday lovely little fellow.
ReplyDeleteSteph :)
Happy birthday wishes to your beautiful Eddie boy. x
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful story ! Happy Birthday to mr six ! xo
ReplyDeleteAnd now you can read him " Now We Are Six"
Such a beautiful post about (and for) your littlest boy.
ReplyDeleteHope you all had a wonderful day celebrating him x
Beautifully written straight from the heart someday his children will read this and smile......Happy 6th Birthday !
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post, what a lovely boy you have raised. I do the birth story to my children on their birthdays, all day I tell what stage of birthing I was at so many years ago...they think it is hilarous. It's also nice to remember the magic of bringing a child into this world. Happy 6th birthday to your little man & congrats to you the mumma:)
ReplyDeleteHappy 6th birthday to your sweet boy. What a wonderful story, sounds a little similar to my Miss 8, it's a little scary feeling being in the car when things are travelling along very quickly:) xx
ReplyDeletei strongly agree with your sentiments that their birth story is deeply connected to who they are. i just had a huge conversation about this exact concept with my midwife.
ReplyDeletehappy celebrating.
Gorgeous birthday boy. Happiest of birthdays to your big six year old. xx
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful birth story! He sounds like such a wonderful, beautiful boy. I also believe a birth story reflects a persons character and personality. I look forward to your next birth story too :)
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