Y'all are going to have to bare with me, somewhere along the way I became that mushy mom I always swore I wouldn't.
Today was my actual due date 3 years ago (where has the time gone)I remember feeling fat and hot and totally shattered when the Dr told me we would probably have to wait another 2 weeks for Chunks to make his debut. I was READY why was my sweet baby not?? Two days later I felt his knock when my water broke and I happily skipped to Labor and Delivery.
I have to say my delivery was kind of what raising Chunks has been. Nothing like the movies. My water broke at midnight and he was born at 2:00p and I had maybe an hour of real pain. When i walked into the hospital and the nurse asked why i was there and I told her I in labor she looked at me like 'yea right' lol until she dis her checks. I remember telling jokes watching Save by the Bell and Married with Children before falling asleep and listening to Jay Z's Reasonable Doubt an Black Album during the whole thing ( if you know me any bad day can be fixed by hearing Jay's voice) and having a good time stopping to pray when it became real. And then it was show time!
I went into myself and coached my little miracle out "Please don't rip mommy" and there he was.
Quiet and AWAKE! lol that saying all newborns do is sleep hadn't met Chunks he would just look around trying to take in his new world. So far not much has changed we've just been having fun, telling jokes and having a good time together. Times get a little rough, especially this later year but I go into myself, say a prayer and coach us through each transition and we come up 3 years stronger, closer, and more determined-with Jay's New York State of Mind playing in the background of course.
It's countdown time over here Chunks is turning 3 on Sunday and my baby is now the happiest, most charming, cars and trains obsessed big boy miracle I'd ever want to love!