Six Years Ago Today
I woke up at 4 in the morning with my first ever labor contraction. It was January in Wisconsin (see previous post for level of coldness). I labored all day at home, watched Westerns on TV, ate spaghetti, until by the evening the contractions were close enough and painful enough for us to drive to the hospital. After another hour and a half or so of contractions and 45 minutes or so of pushing, out came my little wonder boy, Jack. He was beautiful and perfect, and now he is six, a kindergartner, bringing home report cards and practicing his basketball shots and writing me love letters.
Isn't life amazing?