7 years ago, about this time of the evening, I learned the joy of an epidural. Boy, was it ever JOY! Very ironic that during my pregnancy, I swore I did not want any drugs – I wanted “natural.” Yeah, right!
After the epidural kicked in, I watched some ice skating from the Winter Olympics (they were in Salt Lake City, Utah that year), and took a nap. Yup. A nap. In the middle of “labor.”
That’s what I call some “Good Drugs”.
About 6 hours after that, The Boy arrived, and my life has (thankfully) never been the same!
I really can’t believe he’s turning 7! How and when did this happen? It doesn’t seem like he should be this big already, and yet sometimes, he seems like he’s much older (and sometimes much younger – you should have seen the things he tried this evening to get me to let him open some presents before going to bed!).
He has such joy for life. He is my very proudest “accomplishment” in life. I am so glad he’s my son, feel so privileged to be able to be called his mom, and I’m scared to death and excited as anything of the rest of our lives. I keep thinking I’m going to muck it up somehow. But then, he comes over to give me a hug without prompting, or concedes to give me a goodbye kiss in front of his classmates, and it’s all better. Little boys DO love their Mommies, and I’m glad.