Title: Time flyes.......(now with pics)
Post by Redd on May 24th, 2009 at 12:03am
Ok...I'm already starting to tear up over my son Graduating tomorrow. Where did my baby boy go? Where did the years go?
(warning for the men, quit reading now unless you are ready for TMI rant)
I still remember the day I gave birth to this child like it was yesterday. The contractions weren't steady, and heavy labor lasted over 20 hours. I only knew a contraction was coming because my left wrist would twitch. They would come between 1 minute back to 10 minutes apart, back to 1 to 3 to 5 to 1...it wasn't a text book delivery by any means.
There were 3 doctors during all this time, and I begged the last one to please break the water...he didn't till my son crowned. I was dry pushing for 45 minutes at his insistance (the sadist).
Finally he broke the water and my son was born in only 3 more puches. Right on his due date. And 10 years to the day my Father died.
The placenta was nearly as big as he was, and when that was delivered, the spatters hit the doctor, the nurse, my husband and the celing......(served the sadist right in my opinion).
I was so tired...I slept for nearly 24 straight hours after, and I woke to bruises down to my knees from the dry pushing and I couldn't sit without a dougnut as there were so many stiches. But I had a beautiful baby boy who clung to me, and cried like a banshi if he wasn't near me and sucking my pinky finger.
I spent the next 4 months with him sleeping on my chest and him sucking my finger as a pasafier, as he wouldn't take any other binkie sold on the market.
Then I had the brainstorm. He took his bottle, so I took the old nipples from the hospital, and turned them inside out and put tape over the holes. Turned them right again, and stffed a bit of cotton in thm then covered the entre bottom with duct tape and trimmed off the excess.
Whalla! A binkie he would take and he would sleep soundly (sort of) as long as he could smell me, so my dirty clothes were in his crib and finally, after those months I got some real rest in a few hour incriments.
Now...he's been a published writer for over 3 years and editor of a student written newspaper. He's been the president of the youth leadership Group Keystone at the local BGC (Boys and Girls Club).
He's comfortable in his own skin now, and has (after much soul ssearching) finally told his father he is gay.
Ghandi said..."Be the change you want to see in the world."
My son has taken this to heart and fears be damned, he's living it. I couldn't be more proud.
I can't imagine how the tears will flow tomorrow.
Pages turn, and chapters close. This is the beginning of his own life story.
I Love you Dylan!
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