Five years ago today I was getting ready to head into the city to lunch at Asia de Cuba with my BF AM. Something didn't feel quite "right" in my tummy so I skipped my morning swim. After I finished a rousing meal of fried calamari and banana salad I stood up in the swanky restaurant, felt a "pop" down below, and bled water all over the floor.
"I'm having a baby," I said. "Yay!" I visited the Asia de Cuba restroom briefly before I convinced AM that she didn't need to accompany me in my car back to Stanford Hospital. I figured contractions would be hours away. Wrong. Right around Burlingame on Hwy 280 I began to feel cramps like I'd never felt before. But, I made it. I got out of the car at Stanford to another warm rush of liquid down the legs of my jeans and by the time N helped me into Labor and Delivery it was clear that W was an impatient little boy.
I'm happy to say that today will be a different kind of day. I've already taken W to Starbucks for a leisurely eating of an apple fritter and let him open a gift (soccer game in photo) from his dear friend K.Rev, and right now I'm making pups in blankets to take to school (I'm so sick of all the cupcakes at 10AM) for a birthday snack. This afternoon we'll be partying at a park with a visit from the ice cream truck. And best of all, tonight I'll sleep through the night without waking every 30 minutes to breastfeed. Ah, the joys of having a five-year-old.
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