I Blinked and He's Ten


To my sweet Owen,

Today, you are ten.  TEN.  I cannot believe how quickly time passes.  I know I say that all the time, but it's true.  It seems like only yesterday I was hugely pregnant and miserable, ready for you to get out of my belly and into my arms.

I wasn't a patient pregnant woman.  My OB/GYN, Dr. Boehm, had told me weeks before your arrival that you were measuring large and labor and delivery were going to be painful.  Considering that babies gain one to two pounds per week in the last trimester, he expected you to be over nine pounds.

The week before you were born your dad and I attended the wedding of our neighbor's daughter.  It was cold and rainy, and later it snowed.  I remember being so huge I could hardly walk to the car.  Dad joked that I waddled like a duck.  I didn't find that funny.

A few days later on October 13, your dad and I celebrated our eighth wedding anniversary.  It was a dull Tuesday, Dad cooked dinner for us and your big brother.  I begged you not to come out that day.  I didn't want you to share your birthday with our wedding anniversary.  I wanted us to have our own special days. 

On Thursday I went to see Dr. Boehm.  He measured my belly and checked my blood pressure.  I didn't have pre-eclampsia with you like I did with Dawson.  I was happy to hear that!

Dr. Boehm said I looked tired and asked me how I was feeling.  I told him that you were sitting on my bladder and pushing on my sciatic nerve.  This was causing my legs to go numb and I had a difficult time walking.  He said you were probably nine pounds already.

Your original due date was Halloween, but you were always measuring bigger so your official due date became October 21.  Dr. Boehm decided to induce labor the next day, it was only about five days early.  I was relieved.

Induction began at the crack of dawn on Friday. After six hours of slow dilation the doctor sent me home.

"He's being stubborn.  Let's send you home to get some sleep.  Come back tomorrow morning and we'll see what happens."

At home I tried to sleep but my mind was racing with excitement.  Soon I'd have my baby in my arms.  I paced throughout the house getting last minute things done.  Papa and Nana came to pick up Dawson.  He was excited, too!  He couldn't wait to meet his baby brother!

When Dad and I returned to the hospital the next morning, labor was slow.  Dr. Boehm was right. You had decided no one was going to tell you what to do. Little did I know then, your stubbornness would appear throughout your childhood.  While I sometimes find it frustrating, I admire your ability to stick to your guns, never letting anyone push you around.

Twelve hours after arriving to the hospital, and with a little help of a vacuum extraction, you finally made your appearance.  You had a big beautiful potato head with the chubbiest cheeks I'd ever seen.  Immediately, the nurse placed you on my chest and I cried tears of joy.  You knew I was your mama because when I spoke to you your eyes opened and you turned your head to my voice.

Over the next few years I learned that you were going to be my wild child.  You were walking at eleven months and there was not stopping you from climbing the furniture.  At two years old I found you scaling the railing of our entry way and nearly had a heart attack.

"Look at me, mom!  I climbed the mountain!"

Jumping off the couch and onto pillows and cushions was your favorite game to play.  You loved to get into mischief and your curiosity for how things work amazed me.

Ten years later you haven't changed much.  Still my little daredevil, you've suffered a broken wrist from jumping off a tube slide at the playground, and a busted up knee while playing flag football.  Some days I feel like I should make you wear bubble wrap, but at the end of the day you never fail to say, "I love you, Mom."

You're still my curious child, too, always asking questions!  Stay curious, Owen.  You will go far in life because you are always ready to learn new things.

As you begin the next decade of your life I leave you with this advice:

  • Stay wild. Stay active.  I know I tell you to shush more than I should because I prefer a quiet house, but don't lose that sense of adventure and excitement.
  • Don't hide your sensitive side.  You are a boy who has deep emotions and I know it pains you to show them.  I love that you are always wiling to share your feelings with me. It's okay to cry sometimes.  
  • I love you more.  Yes.  It's true.  You'll never love me more than I love you.  

Happy Birthday, Owey Pie!

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