"Oh, crap. I'd forgotten how much this hurts."
On that day, the day I again remembered that I was chair of the Committee Promoting Sainthood for the Inventor of the Epidural, Husband and I were preparing to be introduced to our third child. And as with our first two children, we did not know what to expect.
I pretty much knew this one was a girl. This baby had nestled high under my ribcage instead of snuggling into my pelvis like the two boys at home had, and the heartbeat on the obstetrician's speaker-equipped stethoscope was fast and light, running upwards of 145 when the two brothers' prenatal pulses had been closer to 130. I was so sure this child was a girl, in fact, that my hospital bag contained an adorable, frilly onesie to use in taking our daughter home and nothing suitable for a bouncing baby boy.
But then, surprise! It was a boy!
This was the first of
The picture that heads today's post was taken before his senior recital last year, and I mentioned to Three that it's one of my favorites.
"Yeah, I like that one, too," he told me. "I wasn't wearing pants."*
Surprise!
Happy birthday, Boy#3. You never fail to surprise me, and I'm glad I'm your mother.
*He did later clarify that he'd been wearing shorts when the shot was snapped.
Happy birthday to #3!
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