Brady

Three years ago today, I was a stressed out mess. I had labored for more than 49 hours only to hear that my baby was good and stuck and not so willing to come into the world the way Nature intended. So, recalling the mess we had the first time, I agreed to go in to have a C-Section. After much pulling and tugging, Dr. Sessions was proud to announce that our 11 pound, 1/2 ounce, 22 3/4 inch baby boy had been born. At 10:07 AM. He gave us quite a scare at first, refusing to breathe properly and needing all sorts of monitoring, tubes, and tents all over him. But, as he has shown us throughout his life, he is a little fighter and was determined to get out of that nursery and into his mama's arms! He's still al lil mama's boy.

12 hours after he had been born, I demanded to be wheeled into the nursery. I had yet to meet my baby and was worried sick. Though the tubes and tent scared me, I was mesmerized at the. most. beautiful. baby. EVER. Well, since my first, at least. He was sucking with all of his might on a pacifier the nurses had tried using to comfort him, but he was having none of it. He was tired and hungry, and was not afraid to let everyone around him know of his discomfort. He is still like that.

The first time I held him, I fell deeper in love than I thought I ever could. He was so alert. He was so beautiful. He was perfect. He still is.

Three years ago, I began this roller coaster ride that my little Brady Loren directs. I wouldn't trade it for eternity. For the most part, it is a blast to ride. Sometimes, it gets a bit scary and frazzling, but looking into his deep green eyes, feeling his pudgy baby arms squeeze my neck in tight little hugs, and smelling his sweet breath as he leans in for slobbery mama kisses make every scary moment worth it. He is, and forever will be, my Bubba Love.

Happy Birthday, Bubba. I love you to the moon and back, forever and ever!

Love, Mama