Happy Birthday Punkin' Doodle Head
5 years ago today I went to my doctor's office for a check up before Christmas.
I heard him say...
"You're at a six Heather...go to the hospital."
I was so miserable for the week before Ashton was born, that I didn't even know I was in actual labor.
I got to the hospital.
The nurse checked me...then without saying anything said...
"I'll be right back."
A new nurse came in...an older nurse.
She checked me.
Then she said..."Your baby is head down?"
"Yes! My baby is head down. He has been for a long time."
"Well," she said, "I'm feeling something really pointy on his head."
Then, she said..."I'll be right back."
I immediately started crying.
Right then, I was trying to come to grips with the fact that my baby would be ugly.
I turned to Aaron, and through my tears I said, "We're having a rhinoceros...or a unicorn."
lots more crying
It was hard to take in without lots of crying.
Just a little while later, my doctor came in.
He doesn't usually show up until the grand finale, so this was odd.
He checked me.
I wanted to make an announcement..."If anyone else in the hospital is interested in checking me...why don't you just bring them in."
Then he said...
This baby is coming out hand first.
His head is down, but his arm is raised above his head.
No c-section needed.
We'd deliver him the normal way.
And sure enough...
When it was time to push, a tiny hand came out first.
My doctor said, "Take a picture of this!"
What? No! Cameras in my delivery rooms are for above the waist ONLY shots.
Before the cameras started firing away, I at least got my doctor to cover me up with blue paper. Sheesh.
Doctor Davis took pictures of a baby hand, holding his hand, before that baby's body ever presented.
And that's how Ashton made his arrival.
What a special boy.
We love you sweet baby.
Your voice...your kindness...your sillyness...the way you serve us and your brothers...we see pieces of all of us inside of you.
I love how you love Hudson, and how you ask for a sister almost every day.
I love that home is your favorite place to be. You don't understand why your brothers ever want to leave here and go to a friend's house.
Your heart is here...with your family.
Or maybe your heart is here because there is always a lot of food here.
Cookies and cupcakes are still your love language.
We adore you Christmas Eve baby!
Five years old...I can hardly believe it.