Ten years ago today, nurses and a doctor went round and round with whether to wait or do a C-section.
It's been ten years since a baby was so nestled and snug that he didn't want to come out, no matter what anyone did or tried.
Ten years and twelve hours later, a doctor decided that the only way he would be born, was with a cesarian. It wasn't how our first son was born, so fear quickly overpowered excitement.
Ten years ago tonight, there were countless prayers and discussions about what to do. Things seemed to swirl around as it felt like the best laid "plans" were spinning out of our hands.
In ten years, the memory is still vivid of being pulled in a hospital bed down the all white halls. Rushing past nurses stations and wandering strangers, tears began to fall as any sense of control felt swept away under the passing of each set of lights.
Ten years ago, we had to let go and trust that it would be alright. Going into an unfamiliar cold and sterile room with a team ready, I shut my eyes and held my husband's hand until the sound of a newborn's cry came into the room.
The sweetest music filled my heart and imprinted my soul.
Ten tiny fingers were kissed and toes were nuzzled. Little yawns were adored with arms and legs getting tucked in tight.
Ten years seems like so long ago and yet feels like minutes.
Happy Birthday to our Sweet Boy who came into this world with quite a bit of excitement...and has filled it with Love ever since. We Love You Ethan! Happy 10th! XOXO