PJ turns three

Oh sweet baby girl. I can’t believe you are three today. It just seemed like yesterday that you shot yourself into this world.

It was a Tuesday. I decided when I awoke I wanted to take the day off from work. I figured I didn’t have much time left and I wanted to treat myself to a free day. My thoughts were that I could drop CT off at daycare, head to the gym for a while and then come home and just relax.

I called and left a message at work saying I wasn’t feeling great and was going to stay home, but not to worry because I wasn’t in labor, I just didn’t feel quite right. Which was a bit of a fib, I really just wanted the day off.

So I packed up CT and my gym bag, kissed Adam goodbye and headed off to start my free day. About half way to Auntie Erin’s house (Erin watched CT back in the days when I worked outside the home) I looked in the rearview mirror at CT and he was breathing in and out heavily. I said, “Clyde, what are you doing?” He responded, “Mama, I’m just doing what you’re doing.”

By the time I got to Erin’s house, which is about a twenty minute drive, my contractions were seven minutes apart. I was in complete denial that labor had actually started and was still hopeful to make it to the gym. A few contractions later I decided I best head for home.

I called Sara, our backyard neighbor at the time who was acting as our doula at your birth, to let her know what was going on. Thank god she had the sense to have me get my things together and drive me to the hospital. You were born two hours later and your father just made it to our bedside with only moments to spare.

You, my little pink loving puff, are an amazing girl. You have fight. You have spirit. You have humor in spades. You have tenderness, but one must be patient to see it and watch closely or you’ll miss it. And when you are the lucky recipient of your affection, it is truly a special gift.

I love you, I love you, I love you my sweet.

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