four

He’s four.  Somehow these past four years have passed in a blink of an eye.  August 8, 2006.  I remember waking up at 1:01am with my first contraction.  I nudged my husband and said, “I think I’m having contractions.”   Without raising his head from the pillow or even opening an eye he murmured, “Are you sure?”  I can remember it like it was yesterday.  I remember calling my sister to let her know it was time and that my first baby, our Cockapoo Lucca, would need to be picked up first thing in the a.m.  She asked if I was ok and I held back the tears and let her know I was.  I remember laughing while my husband taped me giving Grayson a little message on our video camera while we waited to be admitted and feeling like Santa with a belly like a bowl full of jelly.  I remember the pain.  Oh the pain.  The pains of the real contractions after they broke my water.  I remember feeling scared when the heart rate monitor beeped wildly and 10 people ran into my room, not telling me anything, just asking me to turn to my other side and putting an oxygen mask on me.  Twice.  I remember the surreal feeling when they told me that they would be taking me immediately for a c-section.  My husband jumped to attention, a look of worry yet strength and support in his eyes.  I remember watching the video he made for me while he waited to be called in to the O.R.–a message for me and a message to our son who we were about to meet. {I’m tearing up as I write this}.  And I remember his little face peeking out over the barrier sheet, his arms extended, fingers splayed out, swollen face and little plump body.  He was perfect.  He continues to amaze and delight me.  His is my first born, my love bug, my heart.  I love you Grayson Reece!!!