June 06, 2010

HB Bones... 11

Today is Bones' Birthday. He is 11.

I laugh about his birth mainly because it was a 'been there done that' deal for me. The doctor had been to this dance with me twice before, but it was all new nurses. I wasn't in the least bit nervous with this one, although he promised to be bigger and give me many more issues.

A few highlights... I had one bad labor, one easy labor and then this one. I walked in having labored at home for quite awhile, the nurse said to me, "You're at 4 cm" and I looked at my husband and said, "Get me an epidural."

I knew what was coming and none of it was good. (The first one was drugs after 19 hours of hard labor, the second one was no drugs after about 3 hours and I saw this one coming like a freight train...)

The nurse freaked when my blood pressure dropped to 60/30. I kept trying to calm her down as all sorts of whistles and bells went off, oxygen mask around my face, people running in and out. I took her hand and said, 'Listen, it's going to be OK".

It wasn't my day to die and I knew it. I remember she was freaked and I was just like, "Whatever."

And the last thing was when they realized my baby was sunny side up, kind of lodged on my hip and... big. The new nurse I had was an older nurse (thank God). She said, "This isn't good. They like to do Csections for stuff like this."

It was just she and I in the room from what I can remember. I took her hand and said, "Listen to me, I have two babies at home now already. I don't have help. I don't have family here. I can't afford for anyone to be cutting on me, so you tell me what needs to be done to get this baby out of me and let's do it."

And so we did.

That's what I remember. A good labor. It had the potential to be scary, but it was my third and it wasn't. The bonus of having 'been there done that', you don't get all bunched up.

Bones has never been like the others. He's always been crazy active and funny as all get out. I think my Nana would have loved knowing him. I think about that a lot. My Dad likes to say, "He's a funny little kid."

He's always had that glint of trouble in his eye. He was my mischievous one. He's the one that at age 2 I would tell people, 'He's already been through 3 lives. If he's like a cat and has 9, I figure by this rate, he'll be dead by age 6.'

It was from him I learned... cellulose does not digest. (Southern Living magazine, photos of hydrangeas were found mixed in a diaper once. Outstanding.)

It was from him I learned that toddlers can bounce and ricochet. (Bounced OFF the couch, ricocheted off the sliding glass door and took out a table. Loved that.)

It was from him I have learned... the unending patience you can find for your own child, when you think you might surely scream and everyone else is done.

He has taught me more about myself, than any other person on this Earth. In 11 years... I have become a different person because of him and him alone.

He is my Bones.

Happy Birthday, Baby. Should all the children be so blessed to be as loved as you are… for if they were, I suspect the problems of this world would be so very different… We love you so.

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Posted by Boudicca at June 6, 2010 08:51 PM
Comments

Happy b-day young man...Anything special for the b-day meal ?

Posted by: Mike D. at June 7, 2010 01:01 AM

Happy bday Bones. I hope it is a great one.

Posted by: Sticks at June 7, 2010 05:14 AM

Happiest of bdays!

Posted by: vwbug at June 7, 2010 06:18 AM

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted by: Quality Weenie at June 7, 2010 08:05 AM

Happy Birthday, Bones! May it be the best so far.

Posted by: Jean at June 7, 2010 09:12 AM

Happy Birthday, Bones! I'll pop over in 10 years and buy you a drink!

Posted by: bx19 at June 7, 2010 10:44 AM

Bou, he's just plain cute!

Oh, and Happy Birthday, Bones! :D

Posted by: PeggyU at June 7, 2010 01:47 PM

Happiest of Happy Birthday Bones!

Posted by: Teresa at June 7, 2010 01:49 PM

Happy Birthday Bones! Your Bones stories are always my favorites. I have my own "Bones" at home. My youngest at 10 years old. They even have the same haircut!

Posted by: Jill at June 7, 2010 06:07 PM

Happy Birthday Bones! You bring smiles to so many people...what a great gift for them.

Posted by: Mrs. Who at June 7, 2010 07:26 PM

My favorite memory of the one time I met him is that he has the most wonderful, unimpeded, joy-filled giggle I had ever heard...so much contagious laughter...he's a precious gem and so easy to love. Happy birthday, Bonesy!

Posted by: Erica at June 7, 2010 09:46 PM

You know... I don't know if I've ever put this out there, but he is the most loving kid. It's one of the first things people notice when he's with me or his Dad. He's always attached to us, but not in a bad way. He's hugging on a waist, or coming back and patting our back, or coming in for a kiss for his forehead. Even in front of friends. He doesn't care. I'll pick him up from school and he'll move into me and lift his face so I can pull the hair off his forehead and kiss it. His whole class could be there, and he wouldn't care a lick.

It's very heart warming.

Posted by: Bou at June 7, 2010 09:58 PM

Oh, and Mike D, chicken pot pie, yellow cake and chocolate butter cream frosting. And the day before I said, "Anything for an appetizer" and he said, "Oh yea, clams." Mr. T and I looked at each other. I mouthed "Clams? I...don't...make...clams" and Mr. T whispered back, "Dad does. He must want Dad to make clams."

So he had it all.

Posted by: Bou at June 7, 2010 10:00 PM