For weeks I had been getting the "make sure your bag is packed because you probably won't make it to next week's check up" speech from my OB. That speech is agonizing. I remember walking around thinking I was like a ticking time bomb. I remember Nathan and I not wanting to go anywhere unless it was absolutely necessary for fear my water might break in the middle of Kroger or something. I mean could you imagine, "Clean up on aisle 12." Oh my word, what a nightmare that would be. But as we were approaching the 40 week mark I felt nothing more happening than growing frustration because I was so over being pregnant.
December 16, 2010 was a Thursday and it began like most any other day, it was Oliver's due date and Nathan was going into work late because we had, what we hoped to be, our last OB appointment before meeting the child we had already grown to love so much but to which we had never formally been introduced. We got to the doctor's office around 9:30 am and my doctor assured us that it was almost over. Looking back she had such sympathy in her voice probably because I was HUGE. She said if Oliver didn't come on his own we were to report to the hospital the following Monday night to start the labor process by induction, but she also said it wasn't likely that inducing me was going to work and that Tuesday morning she would make the decision to deliver him via c-section. The ultrasound technicians had been watching O's weight closely and were estimating him to be around 9 lbs, but always with the caveat that they could be off by a pound in either direction, meaning there was a possibility that I could have been carring a 10 pound baby. I mean, some people buy Thanksgiving turkeys that weigh less than that. The doctor made it clear to Nathan and I that it was not likely that such a large baby was going to come out of me without surgical intervention - apparently I am just too petite and not built for it.


And somehow just like that he is 2. He is 2 and can actually carry on a conversation that I can understand (most of the time), he can tell me what he wants for dinner, which most nights is either pizza or noodles, he can spot a bulldozer from a mile away, and best of all he can give me a kiss every night and tell me he loves me. Everyday that Nathan and I have had with Oliver in our lives has been a day full of unspeakable joy. Becoming a mother is a beautiful, God ordained task and one that has seen, and I am sure will continue to see, its ups and downs but I would trade it for nothing.
So, today he turned 2 and he is now peacefully asleep in his bed with a firetruck, an elephant, a book, a bulldozer and a puppy all because that's how 2-year-olds roll.
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"Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one's youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate." Psalm 127:3-5
-Erin-
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