13 years ago tonight I was writhing in pain. A labor and delivery nurse had the gall to tell me how low a tolerance of pain I had and basically made me feel like a failure trying to deliver you. I was induced at 7 am on March 9, 1995 and you didn’t come out until March 10 at 12:53 pm via a c-section. My 10 pound 5 ounce football player had arrived. Wonder if the labor and delivery nurse knew what was making me writhe in pain?
Kyle, you are a teenager tomorrow. Although you have been acting like one for the past five years I can’t believe how old you are getting and how tall you are getting. It’s hard for you to allow me to photograph you. Even this photo is over a year and a half old and you don’t even look like this anymore. It’s so easy to photograph the children of other people and yet I can’t make my son sit still long enough for me to capture him. You are as tall as me now and your shoe size is the same as your father’s. Your voice doesn’t sound like a boy’s voice. I am in awe of your appetite and ability to clean out the fridge in one day after shopping. Welcome to your teenage years.
It seems like yesterday you were a newborn. I think tomorrow I will watch your birth video as I haven’t seen it in such a long time. When you were born you had three great grandmothers who were lucky enough to meet you and know you. You were the first grandchild on both sides which made you special. I hope your day goes well! Happy Birthday!
