Alexander’s 9th BirthdayTuesday, December 22nd, 2009
Saturday was Alexander’s 9th birthday. He was born on December 19, 2000 at 9:40pm, weighing in at 6 lbs. 12 oz and 19 ¼ inches long. He had a full head of dark blondish hair with these amazing little silver tips, as though it were frosted.
He was due on Christmas Eve, and on the 19th I was shopping for Christmas lights in our local drug store. I had, only a minute before, run into someone I hadn’t seen in a really long time. That day, I happened to be wearing a black, billowy maternity dress. A hideous dress actually. I really hated it and had never worn it before. But I felt so big and miserable that it just worked on that day.
For 15 years, I had told the women in my PillowTalk classes that the chance of their water bag breaking in public was really very small. Only about 10% of women actually even have their water bag break before labor starts.
As I was standing in the store aisle, I felt a little pinch, and suddenly, on the floor, was one of the largest puddles of amniotic fluid I had ever seen. I stood there for a second, stunned, and then literally ran out of the store, laughing hysterically and dripping all the way out the door.
I called Ray from the car thinking he would think it was as funny as I did. Being very much not the doctor who had seen hundred of births and very much the extremely nervous father, he found little humor in it at all. It wasn’t long before I was in booming labor but that is a story for another time. Alexander and I came home from the hospital on Christmas Day.
Tonight Alexander is curled up next to me. His tummy hurts and he is very much a little boy. I don’t know how 9 years has passed. In some ways it feels like a long time ago but as I look over at my baby (who now comes up to my chin) I understand what happens to all parents. No matter how old they are, our babies are our babies. Happy Birthday Alexander.