So I've been thinking about this day seventeen years ago because it's my youngest boy's b-day. Happy birthday, Quinton Cannon! The whole world got sunnier the day you arrived!
Still. We had a rough go of it. Not to be melodramatic, but mother and son almost cashed in their chips. Seriously. As I lay there on the delivery bed, I had the very clear thought that yes, this is how it feels to die. How can I describe the sensation of it all? I could feel my life seep away through my fingertips. (For the record, I felt oddly calm--warm and not afraid.)
Well! Thankfully, we all rallied and here we are--to which I can only say that life tastes good today. I'm happy to be here.
And I think Quinton is too.
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Count me among the glad. HBT Quinton :). I know what you mean about the oddly calm. Both my mom and I have said the same thing about the times we thought we were going to die (not at the same time as each other though).
Wow, I didn't know. I sure am glad you were able to stay....
Sure am glad.....
I'm so glad you're alive in this world. Quinton too.
You know how I feel about you.
The stars would have fallen that day.
I've always felt that pregnancy, labor, and delivery were kind of a harsh punishment for Eve. I mean seriously, animals have babies, and later during the day they're jumping around, laughing and living it up. Damn that garden fruit.
Probably the scariest day in my life - four obstetricians in the delivery room, countless nurses, baby's vital signs showing nothing, nurse screaming in Ann's face to stay with us, stay focused, because otherwise we were going to lose the baby and Ann, clueless husband trying to help coach Ann through it all, wondering what's wrong. Best day of my life because Ann rose to the occasion, Quinton got out and was stabilized. Miracles all around and everything glorious.
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