A Year And Two Days

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A year and two days ago, I was worried.  Your labor and birthday was the most highly anticipated of all the kids, Sweet Clyde, mainly because I was so worried your daddy wouldn't be there.  I so badly wanted us to both meet you at the same time.

You had given me a false alarm several days before, and I was so hoping that you would come over the weekend.

Thursday night I spent mostly leaning over the toilet, emptying my stomach, and I felt awful Friday morning.  I managed to keep down some water and a granola bar.  Even though I was anxiously watching for signs of labor, amidst all the nausea I almost missed the steadily increasing cramps that started at 11:00 AM.

But the instant I realized I was having contractions I forgot all about the queasiness in my stomach.  Instead there were butterflies.  I was going to meet you today!

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I met your daddy at the hospital, and we walked around, and my contractions started slowing down.  My heart dropped, and I thought maybe this wasn't the day after all.  But you were just a trickster, Sweet Boy.  Soon I knew without a doubt that this was it.

Fast-forward a few hours later, and the happy-go-lucky attitude that I had maintained throughout labor had faded into a serious anticipation. They rolled in the warmer, and I just started to cry.  Even in the midst of my pain, I knew what that warmer meant.  You were coming.  I was about to meet my son.

Your daddy thought the tears meant I was scared or hurting, but that wasn't it at all.  I was crying because I was excited!  I just couldn't wait to see your sweet face.

And before I knew it, the rush of late labor slowed down, and I peeked open my eyes, and there you were.  The doctor was holding you up underneath your arms, and your face was scrunched up in an incredibly adorable scream.

It was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen.  6:33 PM.  You were here.

And you were mine.

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This last year has been such a huge blessing, Clyde-Boy.  I have loved every minute of it.  I love your little snuggles.  I love your adorable smile that you are so quick to share.  I love your throaty giggle, and I can't help laughing myself every time I hear it.  I even love the times when you won't stop crying because you just want me to hold you. What a blessing you are to your daddy, your siblings, and me.

You are my sweetheart, and when I think back to the day that I was so surprised to find out that I was pregnant, I am so thankful that the Lord gave you to us.  He had a better plan than I even knew then, and I can't imagine life without you, Precious Boy.  You are a gift.

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I am so deeply thankful that you are mine.
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Rebecca Lobb said...

Oh he is a beauty. Happy birthday Clyde!

la petite lulu said...

Happy birthday to your littlest man!

Lauren Layman said...

I can't believe he's already 1! Happy Birthday Clyde!

Callie Nicole said...

I know, it went by so fast! Thanks Lauren! :-)

Callie Nicole said...

Thank you!

Callie Nicole said...

Thank you Rebecca! :-)

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