I was picking up the phone to call my mother-in-law. She hurried over to crawl in bed with Claire so Big Daddy could take me to the hospital. Mr. Cohen was ready to make his appearance. We stopped off at the convenience store to get some lifesavers and some cash. The guy working asked us if we were headed to the bowling alley (what I assume was some sort of joke regarding my belly which resembled a bowling ball) and I told him, "NOPE! We are going to have a baby! I'm in labor!" You should have seen his face. I know he thought, "Then get the heck out of here!"
So off we went, money and lifesavers in tow, to welcome our little boy into the world. As I lay in the triage part of labor and delivery, I quietly watched TV until the nurse came and said it was time for an epidural already! I think I was cursed at by every other woman in there who was still stuck at a 2! I "labored" all night, which consisted of chatting with my family and watching an episode of Family Feud until my doctor came in to break my water just a little after 11 am. I went from 7 cm to 10 cm, pushed a few times and Cohen was born at 11:37 am.
I remember looking at his poor little bruised body and wondered what in the world was wrong with him! The doctor assured me it was just because he "came flying out" and said he would be fine. (Which was true other than the broken collar bone!) As I tucked him into bed tonight with his brand new "cakey" (a.k.a. blanket), I couldn't help but remember that night three years ago. I couldn't wait to see what he looked like. I couldn't wait to hold him in my arms. And here I am now with the most beautiful little boy. He has the sweetest heart and a smile that can melt your heart in two seconds flat. Tonight, just like every night, I marvel at what the good Lord has given me. I can't wait to tell him the story of the morning he was born EVERY single year. I know that he will go through a stage where he rolls his eyes and groans because he will think it is SO lame! But I also know that, God willing, he will someday have kids of his own. He will understand. Someday. But for now, he's MY baby and I thank God everyday for that!