Exactly one year ago today, at this time, I laid in bed next to T, knowing that I should be asleep resting up for my induction but not being able to sleep at all. I was excited to meet my son, and I wanted him to be here, safe and sound, in my arms. Knowing that the hardest year of my life was soon coming to a close kept me awake. What would he be like? How long would my labor take? Please, oh please, don't let anything be wrong with him.
At 5 am I walked into the l&d floor of Jordan Valley Hospital for my induction. They set me up in a room and started my IV. My first nurse (who was only there an hour after I was) asked me a gazillion questions, and flipping through my chart, commented on what an extra special baby we were having that day. At 7am, the new nurse walked in, started me on a very low dose of pitocin. Ah, the start of labor. I couldn't believe it was finally happening to me. I was going to give birth to my very own healthy baby boy. At 9am Dr. Nichols (one of my favorite men ever) walked in to break my water. All hell broke loose. That started the back labor. Not fun. Masen wasn't liking labor too well. Not fun. It was time to push. After a few practice pushes Dr. Nichols busted through the door and jumped right in to deliver. I pushed for a while, and suddenly I heard the magic words "Just one more push" and only a matter of seconds later I heard the nurse yell 12:19. Masen Charles Milburn was born April 18, 2008 at 12:19 pm.
Now, a year later, here I sit wondering how it went by so fast. My baby boy is now a walking, talking toddler. He amazes me and lights up my life every day. He's smart, he's funny, he's gorgeous. He's my son. I never could have asked for more. Happy Birthday, Masen. Mommy loves you very much. You are my miracle.
