Twenty years ago at this time I was heading into my forty-fourth hour of labor; my oldest son would not make his appearance until hour 51, in the small hours of December 30. He arrived in considerable distress and was whisked off to the NICU, where he was ventilated and X-rayed and respiratory-therapized.
These days he is tall and handsome and opinionated and hilarious. I am going to spend a chunk of tomorrow making him a spectacular birthday cake. In two more hours I will cease to be the mother of three teenagers, at least until 2018. Instead I'll be the mother of a boy entering his third decade.
WOW, this is indeed pretty mind blowing, it will be five years and three months before I know how it feels, sigh...
Congratulations on your oldest son's birthday! Good thing that with the December birthday you generally get to spend this day with him! (you have two December babies, right?
Posted by: L - Mama(e) in Translation | December 29, 2016 at 11:29 PM
My goodness, what a milestone. Happy birthday to him, and to you, too!
Posted by: el-e-e | December 30, 2016 at 07:54 AM
Wishing him a happy birthday :) we have wonderful memories of him!
Posted by: Gina | December 30, 2016 at 09:49 AM
I always forget how close in age my Nina and your eldest are. Baby girl was 20 in July, and I am still so surprised. I have no teenagers right now (ending in late Feb, as Robbie will be 13).
Posted by: Tracy | December 30, 2016 at 11:24 AM