If you know me, you already know the story. Two days before our scheduled induction, we found out our insurance didn't cover the anesthesiologist, which means he did not cover the happy drugs. After a lot of worrying and crying, I put on my big girl panties (quite literally) and decided to just do the labor natural. To make a long story short, I did it.
When it was all said and done, he was here.
I know is it corny and cliche, but time really does fly by. They go from the above, to this...
before you know it.
Now he can:
stand by himself
walk 3-4 steps
say, Momma, Dadda
eat everything in sight
play "there he is" our version of peek a boo
survive without nursing (mom's favorite)
Happy, happy birthday littlest man of ours.