Six Years

Six years. I know it's cliche, but I really have no idea where the time went. My little Logan was supposed to be born on December 21, 2005. On October 21st, I made Todd take me to the hospital because I thought I might be leaking fluid. I was 31 weeks. I found out that night that my water had in fact started to leak, and I would not be leaving the hospital until Logan was born. Do you know how SCARY that is? I just remember asking the doctor, "He'll be okay, though, right?" I had read enough babycenter posts to know that 28 weeks was key...but what would happen at 31?

Luckily, after 2 1/2 weeks on hospital bed rest (and by far the most interesting/boring/restful time EVER), Logan hung in there to be born at 34 weeks exactly. He spent 2 weeks in the NICU. I remember driving to the hospital after I was released (even though I wasn't supposed to), and spending the whole day there holding his little finger, talking to him, singing to him, and just enjoying every moment...even if there were monitors stuck all over his teeny body.

So, on this sixth birthday, here's to the time I spent preparing for his arrival in the hospital, laughing so hard with Ali watching Antiques Roadshow, playing Sequence with Alicia and Shelley, having dressed up visitors in the hospital on Halloween, watching my Sinking Springs baby shower on the computer in the hospital, trying to get a nursery organized with a baby in the hospital, more friends visiting and supporting me than I could have imagined, ultrasounds every 3 days confirming that he was a boy and that yes, he was growing, my family baby showers several weeks after he came home from the hospital, and of course, remembering what it felt like to actually have him here at home with us after the 5 weeks of craziness.

I love him so so much. He's my little man, and he's a self-proclaimed momma's boy. Happy birthday, Logan:)