I swear, I know I’ve said this before, but it seems like just yesterday I gave birth to my first born. He was overdue and I was miserable.  I worked on Friday and went into labor on Sunday.  I was so thankful!  But the day I went into labor we had a freak early snowstorm here in Seattle and as I watched the snow fall as I delt with the contractions, my husband was out picking up my mother and his sisters from their workplaces and taking them home.  That’s the problem with living with a firefighter/EMT – he’s seen it all and rarely worries, so he thought nothing of leaving me home alone because he knew it’d be hours (36 in all).  Still, I remember being more than a little ticked at him that day.  I was young and immature, and didn’t think beyond my needs.

We drove the 1-1/2 miles to the hospital at around midnight, being careful not to slip on the ice.  My contractions were 3 minutes apart and I was miserable.  We got to the hospital and found out that because of the emergency caused by the snow, only nurses who lived in the area were in the hospital, no regular staff was available.  That was the first of several weird things that happened that day and to say it was a memorable birth would be an understatement!

My sweet son, Brian

Lucky us he was born healthy and he’s been a fabulous kid.  At 26 we still like him and still love to have him around, and better yet, he doesn’t seem to mind hanging with us.  That to me is successful parenting!  So to my son of 26 years…thank you.  You helped me become an adult and a better person.  I couldn’t be more proud of you – you’re a  winner. Oh, and I forgive you for that awful yellow hair phase you went through 🙂