Eighteen
When a baby is born, a mother is born. 18 years ago today, a baby and a mother were born. What a wild ride. I remember every detail of this day 18 years ago. It's funny considering I don't remember much of anything these days. I remember the first contraction (followed very by the second and third contractions). I remember going to the hospital not fully convinced that this was going to be the big day. Well, joke was on me, I guess. I remember water breaking and epidural placing and the infamous "he is stuck and we need to get him out" conversation that led to me being a c-section Mama. I remember the first cry and officially learning that I was a boy Mama. I remember meeting my little pirate baby (iykyk) and being in awe. I remember the difficult transition to home and becoming a full time Mom. I remember secretly being deep in the throes of PPD, just trying to make sense of all of the newness in my life. I remember the first steps, the first words. I remember them b...
