Well, according to my oldest chitlin I am.
Thirteen years ago today I gave birth to an adorable cowlicked baby boy. At 8 lbs, 13 oz, he entered the world like a newly popped zit. Yuck. But that's a pretty accurate description of a c-section.
It's 11:44 pm at the moment, and my timezone is an hour ahead of the state where I used to live, so one year ago at this time I was finally getting some sleep. Word of advice to pregnant women: DO NOT feel horrible about putting a Do Not Disturb sign on your hospital door or about asking the nursery staff to watch your newborn for a few hours. I made that mistake with #1. The result was I left the hospital exhausted.
Not so with #5. She stayed in the nursery until she needed to be nursed. Consequently, I left the hospital feeling the best I'd felt in 9 months.
Happy Birthday, Matthew!!!
You make your mommy proud. I love you mooches.
