Seven years ago Daddy and I were preparing for your birth, Mac. Two days until the big day. And let me tell you, you started out big. We did not find out that you were a boy until the Dr. delivered you via c-section(you weighed in at 9 pounds 12 1/2 ounces and 21 1/2 inches long.....I am 5'2 btw.) We were so excited! Our whole family was there (except Gran da da...he came the day after.) You were beautiful. I know you are a boy and all, but you took my breathe away.
I never dreamed I would get married, much less have a baby. I wasn't the kind of little girl that dreamed about being a mommy. But, I did. When I married your daddy something changed inside my heart. I loved him so much that I wanted to see him as a father. I wanted a little someone who was part of "us". We tried for a couple of years to have you. We went through fertility treatments. Tears. Waiting. Praying. Growing.
We were so excited when we found out that we were pregnant. It was a pretty difficult pregnancy. I will save the details for a later date. I just want to tell you how you changed my life. Now that I look back on my pregnancy I can remember how gentle you were. Very low key and easy going. The moment you were born, I changed. I felt a different kind of love than I ever dreamed about feeling. You were such an easy baby. You latched on right away and ate like a champ. I was nervous about breastfeeding you, and it ended up being the way I bonded with you. You needed me. The Lord knew I needed you.