Posts Tagged ‘birth’

16 Years Ago Tonight…

September 13, 2012

Sixteen years and two days ago, I went to the hospital to have a baby.  But the baby, despite his gargantuan size, was feeling quite cozy and decided not to come out yet.  So, with the IV still in my hand, I was sent home for a “good night’s sleep”…. whatever.  I felt like I had swallowed a watermelon… I was measuring 43 cm across the giant mound.  It was TIME!  It was actually nine days PAST the due date, but my four children NEVER paid attention to due dates.

Ironically, it was the Canada Cup hockey game that night….. and it was playing on the TV in the hospital.  And my husband was enthralled in watching the grown men on thin blades of steel, balancing on slippery ice, using weapons to hit a rubber puck at the net. Thankfully, my friend Barbie had come to visit me on the supposed night of my birthing… and gave me a ride home…. with the IV still in my hand…. for my “good night’s sleep.”

We went back to the hospital on September 13th, in hopes of delivering a child.  We never found out the sex of our children until we could see proof with our own eyeballs.  So, we were unaware that it was our first SON…. and unaware that he had the largest head ever to travel through a birthing canal.  The memory still makes me wince and sit delicately on my chair.  After much pushing and pulling and prodding and probing, Austin was born at the stroke of midnight.  The doctor asked us if we wanted his birthday to be Friday the 13th, or Sept. 14th…. that is how I heard it anyway… and we chose the 14th.  For 16 years, September 13th has held a special place in my heart as the day I almost had a son.

He looked like a hockey player who had recently lost a fight at the blue line, due to some of the prodding and probing… but we loved  him anyway.  Looking back, this was the first of four or five times the skin would be missing on his face.  It should have been a red flag for me as his mother, but no.

Tomorrow Austin turns 16…. but it could have been today.  Oh, the power in the hands of a mother on the birthing table.

Happy Birthday, son.  You have shown yourself worthy of being a fighter to overcome insurmountable odds… from the very beginning.  I’m so proud of the man you are becoming.  My buttons are bursting, almost as badly as September 13th, sixteen years ago!

It’s Monday! (GMT) Happy 12th, AUS!

September 15, 2008

It’s actually still Sunday night here in AZ… we’re seven hours behind the WordPress time.  So I can still say Happy Birthday to my 12 year old son, Austin.  With a name like Austin Crosby, the natural nickname here at the farm became Aus Cros Buns.  We sing it too…. to the tune Hot Cross Buns.  He LOVES it!  I’m sure.  Aus is an amazing son with a bright future… so bright, he’s already wearing shades everywhere he goes (except at the skate park.)

Twelve years ago last night, I was pain free thanks to an epidural.  Little did I know that I was giving birth to Mr. Big Brains… and the six weeks ahead would be absolutely miserable.  The doctor actually blurted out, “That is the biggest head I’ve ever seen” and had the nurse measure it three times to be sure.  Then he looked at the proud papa and put his other shoe in his mouth, “Well, YOU have a big head.”  I think he may have been sucking on the oxygen mask when we weren’t looking.

Aus was born at the stroke of midnight, (Pumpkin Head would have been an appropriate nickname, but I never thought of it ’til just now) so the hospital staff let us choose the 13th or the 14th for the birth date.  We didn’t prefer Friday the 13th, and I got to stay longer in the hospital if we picked the 14th, so voila…. it’s the 14th.  He was a whopping 9 pounds 5 ounces, but because of a mark on his cheek he was admitted to ICU.  It was quite comical.  The tiny sleepers were less than adequate for my hockey player son who’s tummy peaked out between each burdened snap. Next to the preemies, he was mammoth.  After the epidural wore off, I felt like I delivered a wooly mammoth… horns and all.  We are proud of our boy tween and look forward to many more laughs and lessons along the journey.

AAAAANNNNDDD, being Monday in England, the new Bags for Zaza are up!  (Well, they will be soon, if you’re reading this too early.)  We have no adoption news.  We are waiting impatiently.  Sewing bags, bags and more bags for the funds to bring our little Colombian daughter home.  Christmas is coming.  Shop online at