Love at first sight.
No matter how cliche it may be, that is the
only way I know to describe the way I felt when my very own baby son
was placed in my arms for the first time. At that moment, my life was dramatically
changed forever, never to be the same again.
I didn’t know at that moment what havoc my speedy labor and delivery
had wrought on my body, that later that day I would be wheeled into
surgery for repairs, and that I would suffer for weeks from an
incompetent doctor. The details are too gruesome to repeat, and I
don’t want to focus on that.
What I remember most are the hours I spent holding and cuddling my
new baby boy, falling in love over and over again. Because of the
complications I experienced, I spent the first five weeks of his life
on the couch or in bed. Which sounds miserable, but it truly was
not. Because I got to hold my baby all day long, which was the only
thing in the world I wanted to do. We bonded. And fell deeper in love
every day. By the time I was back on my feet, we were ready to meet
the world. Together.
What can I say about this child?
He was a complacent, happy baby. He would entertain himself for
hours on end, even from infanthood. He wasn’t in a hurry to do
anything. He had the most adorable little "army crawl" where he would
pull himself around with his arms and drag his body. He hit most of
his milestones on the later side, not walking until he was 18 months
From a very early age, he was inquisitive and persistent, always interested in how things work. He is a delight — eager to please, affectionate, loving, and sensitive. He is the kid the other parents want their kids to play with and the
one babysitters delight to watch.
He’s the firstborn, the responsible
one, the one who helps me out when I need a chore done or a sibling
occupied. He’s the one that has had to grow up the quickest, the one
we expect the most out of, the one that is the most likely to wind up
in counseling as Hubby and I experiment on him and try to figure out
this complex, wonderful thing called parenting.
loves sports, particularly baseball. He will spend hours outside
throwing a ball at the house and catching it. He knows more stats than
the average adult baseball fan. At five years old, he was sitting
through an entire major league baseball game with his dad and following
He’s eight years old today, and I can hardly believe it. My heart
aches to think of all the delightful stages that are now in the past,
never to be seen again. Yet I eagerly anticipate the years to come
with all the stages, good and bad, yet to be. And I pray for God’s
grace as we strive to raise a kind, compassionate, godly young man.
Happy Birthday, Little Guy!!!
Originally posted 11/14/06
18 thoughts on “Happy Birthday, Little Guy!”
your post brought tears to my eyes because as a mother I can understand how you felt, those first few moments with your baby are priceless.
I remember the first time I saw him, he was soo adorable and I was so happy for you. I am sure that you feel blessed but I think he is blessed with great parents.
Happy birthday! what a touching story.
Happy birthday to him!
OH, happy bday to him! I remember getting off the plane at the Philly airport and riding down the escalator when you had him in your arms. He was so cute! Sounds like he has grown into such a nice boy (okay I sound like a 92 year old granny LOL).
Happy Birthday, Big Guy! 🙂
Happy 8th birthday!
The birthday is here!!! What a sad story… Thank God you were able to have more children after what sounds like a true nightmare! I had a nightmare dr. experience and never could carry a child to term. Are the two incidents related? who knows, but Praise God this was NOT the case for you!
When you had him, it inspired me to start thinking about having kids of our own.
I fondly remember giving him his first taste of juice from a straw at the mall when he was barely one. Seems like yesterday. Really.
What a terrifically sweet post. Brings back memories of my birth stories (the good parts!) Happy Birthday to your precious boy!
There is nothing like holding your first child for the very first time. I remember it like it was yesterday. Sweet memories. Happy Birthday Little Guy!
nice little tribute to true love
happy birthday! 🙂
We have similar “first borns”. My oldest is almost 9 and she’s just like your son. You gotta love those easy-going, eager to please kids!
Happy Belated 8th Birthday D.
Hope it was great..
Having a baby changes everything…in the most wonderful way.
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