Happy Birthday, my little boy

So, the pictures I will post later. The last day or two have got me thinking about Robinson's birth and the hours leading up to it and after it. I remember so much of it so vividly and so much of it...well I guess not so vividly. Water breaking at 5am...and it was no 1/2 cupful, L&M childbirth class! It was more like a couple gallons. Waiting, waiting, dealing, breathing, being medicated, pushing for hours, and being cut open at 2:30 the next morning to get Robinson into this world. And even though after there was the no eating solids until you know what, the bloating (I was unrecognizable-thanks for not saying so if you visited us in the hospital or shortly after), the pain from the incision, and other things, there was this little tiny beautiful baby. I can't believe a year has been lived by him already. Happy Birthday, Robin River. I love you.

no conehead comments...poor kid was being unsuccessfully jammed through a pelvis.