To my amazing son “B”
When your sister was around 8 months old, daddy and I started talking about having another baby. We knew we would have at least 2 kids, and we wanted them to be close in age. We were both going to school, daddy was working full time and I was working part time. Because of my internship schedule, we decided to wait a bit before having you (it was a full-time 600 hour internship!) since finding someone to watch one kid was a lot easier. We did the calculations and based on how long it took to get pregnant with “E” and the goal of a spring/summer baby, we started trying, knowing the EARLIEST possible date you could be born. Well, I finished my internship in December and you were born in January! Always speedy, and you haven’t slowed down since!
We were both so excited about the idea of another baby. “E” was 17 months old, and I knew the day I wanted to take the pregnancy test. For some reason I woke up around 3:30 in the morning and I had to go to the bathroom. I decided to go ahead and do it then. Came up + right away! I left it on the counter for daddy to see when he woke up. He came in and I asked if he had seen it. He said he thought it was a dream… Nope, we are going to have another baby! When I told Aunt S we were having another baby, she confided that they were trying for a baby too… and just two weeks later she was pregnant too!
We found out as soon as we could if you’d be a boy or a girl. Since the previous 4 grandchildren had been girls, we had lots of people rooting for team boy. Everyone was so excited! Aunt S decided to wait and be surprised, but as luck would have it, she gave you a best friend just 15 days after you were born!
The day you were born was a hard day for me. I woke up with a bad fever (103) and even though the labor and delivery were relatively easy, because of my fever they wouldn’t let me hold you for 24 hours after you were born. I will never forget when I went by the nursery window at 10am the following day and just sobbed because I didn’t know which baby was mine! After grandpa yelled at the doctor, I finally got to see you and snuggle you at 1pm the following day. You were so cute. You looked like a little old man. Since that day you have been a real ‘mama’s boy’… you love to snuggle and are just such a lovable little boy.
My favorite part of watching you grow up was seeing the way you would play with daddy. I grew up with sisters so I didn’t know about all this “boy stuff.” You were two peas in a pod. I guess you had some special boy code that only boys understand. You would wrestle and act crazy. You both thought burps and farts were just hilarious (I just don’t get it). And the thing you loved best was when daddy did bedtime, which was most of the time. He would read stories and act goofy, and then, more often than not, would fall asleep in your twin sized bed with you. I know how much you loved this. He watched you learn to play tee ball and learn how to ride a bike. He went to your games and practiced catching and hitting in the backyard. He would take you and E to the bus stop every morning on his way to work. The day he died, you asked me who would play baseball with you now that daddy was gone. It broke my heart. But now I know, you have your uncle and your grandpa (and if you are truly desperate, I will try!). Your amazing family is always here for you, to play baseball and anything else.
You are so special. You are helpful and always have a kind word. You are so good to your sister and your brother. You are smart and are such a hard worker. Daddy would be so proud of you for SO many things. And clearly you get your natural athleticism from him! Thank you for being such an awesome son. I am so lucky to have you. I know right now you can’t understand how deep the love is from a parent to a child, but I hope one day you will. Because then you will understand just how much Daddy and I love you. Keep being just who you are. I love you and Daddy loves you ❤