Thursday, February 15, 2007

Happy Birthday Snugglebutt :D

February 17, 2000 at 5:30am, my little Snugglebutt was born! (Or Corky Porky as he was sometimes called.) He came into the world in the very room in which I am typing this post.

His birth story is short and sweet - I had a planned homebirth (after the fiasco of Sassy's birth, but that's a post for a different day! Specifically, May 4th!) I went to bed around 11 on February 16th. At midnight, I woke up and thought I felt a contraction, but I wasn't going to get my hopes up, so I went back to sleep. At 1 am, I woke up with another one, and again told myself to just relax and go to sleep. At 2am, I woke up and had a few, so I decided to get up and start timing them. I expected them to be irregular and stay far apart, but as I was timing them, they were getting closer. At around 3am, I decided to go take a shower because I figured a change in activity would either make them stronger or make them go away. The shower made them stronger (but still very manageable.) At 3:30, I laid back down, figuring I'd need to get some rest, and by 3:45 I felt like I was needing some support through the contractions. So I grabbed my sleeping husband's shoulder and squeezed. He woke up and I told him I thought it was time to call the midwife. I called her at 4. She told me to go take a bath and call her in 20 minutes if I wanted her to come. I made it halfway to the bathroom, turned around and called her back. I now finally had no doubt that this kid was coming. The midwife arrived at 4:45, and she said it wouldn't be long. She was right, Snugglebutt was born at 5:30 according to the midwife's cell phone. And all the other kids slept right on through right across the hall! They woke up an hour after the midwife left and said "Did we hear a baby cry?"

As far as births go, it was the easiest and most "text book" of my 5, and I sincerely believe it's because nobody messed with me much during labor. I allowed my body to work the way it was made to. I can't say as much for my previous 4 births. I'm not saying I didn't think once or twice "....I thought this was a good idea, WHY?..." and "DRUGS. I want DRUGS!" But if I had to do it again, which I'd really rather not, thankyouverymuch, I'd choose to do it at home again in a heartbeat.

As far as memories go, it's the most bittersweet of the 5, just because of how I felt about Snugglebutt's father at the time we had this child together, and because of how things turned out. But, my son's birthday is not about me and my feelings, but about celebrating the blessing that God gave us that day. And oh boy did He!

This is the child who kissed me at 6 months old. It took me a while to figure it out because none of my other kids did that at such an early age. But the first time we left him with a babysitter for any amount of time, the child flung himself at me with his mouth open, squealing with delight, and I had no doubt what he was doing.

This is the child who didn't speak well until he was almost 3, but on his 2nd birthday, sat with a magnadoodle saying "two, two, two..." and covered the magnadoodle writing the number 2.

This is the child who's very first word was.... hamburger. I don't know why. I have him on video running back and forth at the park saying "hamburger hamburger hamburger hamburger HAM-BUR-GERRRRRRRR!"

This is the child that when he did learn to speak, he couldn't say the F, S, SH or Z sound and replaced them all with the L sound. So if we wanted to go out for lupper (supper) we had to put his loos (shoes) and lockth (socks) on his leet (feet.) And maybe we'd see his best friend, Leke (Zeke.) I don't think I will ever forget when we took the beastvan for a test drive, and we were on a bridge on the freeway going through downtown. His carseat sat up higher than in my little Ford Escort, and he exclaimed "I lee a lity!" Took us a while to figure it out that he saw a city! And I don't think I will forget the day he came up to me and said "I want... I want...FFFFood!" and you could tell he was trying so hard to say it right. I was so proud and so sad at the same time, because my baby was trying to become a big boy.

This is the child who for his third birthday, wanted only one thing - to go climb a mountain.

This is the child who for his fourth birthday, wanted only one thing - to go sheep riding. Yeah. I didn't even know people actually did that until I was talking to a friend of mine who said sheep riding was a popular event at kid's rodeos, and that happens all the time here in Arizona. Being a yankee by birth, I had no clue... And I don't know how or why he decided he wanted to ride a sheep.

This is the child who about a month or so after my ex-husband's arrest, asked me if I was going to find him a new daddy. When I told him I couldn't even think about that right then, that my feelings were still too hurt, he said "Mommy, one day soon I'm going to make you golden feelings, so they'll never get hurt again." I have tears in my eyes just typing it, it was so very sweet. Of course he did add "but first I'll have to make a silver Buzz Lightyear, so the golden feelings will have to wait a bit..."

He's been through a lot in his short 7 years, and I think he's pretty well adjusted, most of the time, though there are days when I worry more about him than I do my 9 year old daughter. But I'm going to cling to Jeremiah 29:11 for him - "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

Happy Birthday Buddy, I love you!


Jessica said...

Happy Birthday Snugglebutt!!

Rebekah said...

I love that scripture!
All my deliveries have been different, but with an epideral. With Suzie the epideral wore off and I went it o-natural.Not Fun... I look at it like this; I wouldnt have a tooth pulled without novacain (sp)
Haooy birthday to your 'baby'

Connie said...

I wouldn't have a tooth pulled without novicaine either! That's INSANITY! But, I wasn't made to have teeth pulled, if I have to, that means there's something wrong :) FOR ME, through 5 births, I've learned MY works best in labor when it's left alone :) Not that that knowledge is going to benefit me ever again, but I can be taught!

Thanks for the birthday wishes :D

Rebekah said...

I'm with you. All my knowledge and experience wont benefit me either....ever again!
and I guess I could have spelled 'Happy' right. Oh well

Janean said...

CUTE picture!
You are doing an awesome job being both mom and Dad.
SO did you let him ride a sheep?
What did he want to do this year? Go bull-riding? :D

Connie said...

We were planning to take him to a kid's rodeo that year, so he could see sheep riding even if he didn't get to do it. The rodeo was March 24th, and the ex was arrested March 1st, so the rodeo didn't happen, at least not for us. I wanted so badly to make that happen for him, but it just never came to be.

Since he didn't get to go sheep riding, he hasn't come up with anymore fantabulous things he's wanted to do on his birthday, they've been much more mundane. Today, we'e going bowling.