One year ago today, I sat in the playroom with some friends, for an impromptu playdate. They came over to help around the house so I could just sit and hopefully not give birth, at 32 weeks pregnant.
One year ago today, Benjamin was born. It was a crazy and spectacular birth, I was told. Being totally knocked out, I have no actual memories of it. I remember a nurse telling me that it was completely normal to get a C-section done and still have the baby come out feet first down the birth canal. I remember being wheeled into my post-birthing room and having another nurse drop an enormous glass bottle dangling 2 feet above me, onto my head, and say, “At least it wasn’t full!” with Zach looking on, bug-eyed.
I don’t, however, remember Benjamin…I wasn’t allowed to see him on his birthday. I probably should’ve been more cut up about not being able to see him, but I was so drugged up and my head hurt badly from the glass bottle; all I could really muster up was the comforting thought that he was safe in the NICU.
Today, his birthday will be different. He is not in a little plastic box with tubes and wires. The boys are playing in the playroom. Luke is reading Ben a book and Ben is ignoring him.
Today, I will be there. Zach and Luke will be there. He will have a name. Poor guy didn’t have a name for the first few days of his life. Zach and I had a bit of a mental block naming him. He looked so much like his older brother, we kept saying, “Well, he looks like a ‘Luke’.”
Today, we will celebrate one year of extreme sleepiness, silly boys and huge blessings.
Happy Birthday, Benjamin.