Fell in love with a boy

So tomorrow will be October 1st and on Staurday Timothy will be offically 5 months old.  Where did the time go?  It's hard to believe that five months ago I was lying in a hospital bed in the labor and delivery getting ready to bring this little life into the world, now he's eating solid food and laughing with me everyday. 

If you have asked me five years ago if I thought that I would ever be where I am today I would have probably told you no.  That's part in parcel to the fact that it took me almost 6 years to convince Jeremy that children were a good thing.  He didn't believe me until he saw his son for the first time and I will never forget the look of pride on his face (even through the morphine fog) when he held our little boy the first time.  He had a smile on his face and tears in his eyes.  Even when we were in my postpartum room he was happy to be running back and forth to the NICU taking pictures for me and taking family members down to see our little bundle of joy.  He even jumped up to be the first of the two of us to change one of the first diapers.  When we finally were released from the hospital and got to be at home, he helped me out alot.  He was home with me to help with Timmy for almost two weeks.  He helped feed, change and bathe him, he also took the night shift so that I could get a solid 6 hours of sleep.  I would go to bed at midnight and get to sleep until five or six in the morning when Timmy woke up for a feeding.  Jeremy would take care of his three or four am feeding while I slept and then I would let Jeremy sleep until late afternoon.  Now before you say "awww what a good daddy", it gets better because he would do all of that and still make sure I was eating healthy and getting enough calories to produce milk for our son, cooked me dinner, helped clean the house and would help me move around because I had to have a C-section.  Even to this day he offers to help with house cleaning and keeping an eye on Timmy if I have run out to do an errand.  He still cooks me dinner almost every night and puts up with me after I've had a long day at work and I'm just outright cranky.  He is an excellent father and would do anything for Timothy. 

So ladies in a nutshell, I have the best husband in the world and I really don't know what I would do without him.  I love him for everything thing that he is and everything I know he will be.  I honestly don't think that I can tell him that I love him enough and I wonder sometimes how I got so lucky to have him in my life.  I initially was going to write about my son that seems to be growing like a weed and how bittersweet it's been watching him grow over the last few months but I felt, after I started,  that I would honor Jeremy with this blog and let everyone know what a wonderful man he is, how lucky I am to have him with me and how much I love him.  Now I know by now most of you are gagging and thinking "aww how disgustingly sweet.." but wouldn't you brag if you had a great guy like him too?  With that said I will end this with: Jeremy I love you with all of my heart, you are my soulmate and I am so lucky to have you in my life.  I'm looking forward to the next 50 or more years that we will spend together watching our son grow and loving eachother.  I love you forever and always.

Little Miracles: The Timmy story

I sit in my rocking chair in the evening holding him watching him sleep and listening to his little sleepy sighs wondering what I ever did without him in my life. 

I had always wanted children and when I finally found out I was pregnant I was beyond happy.  Everyone asked me if I wanted a boy or a girl and was a little put off when I said I didn't care I just wanted a healthy happy baby.  I was talking to a friend of mine at one of my three baby showers about how she was telling another friend of hers that she had a baby shower to go to.  When they asked if it was for a younger sibling they were surprised to hear that is was for someone my age and that it was my first baby.  Ok so I had my first child at 31 but if I would have had him sooner I don't think I would have been as prepared for him as I was.  I was ready to be a mom and I knew that at this point in my life my husband and I could give him everything, if not more, that we had growing up.

On May 1st at around 9 am I went into labor and on May 2nd at 8:55 pm Timothy Warren Byers Johnson was born (on his due date no less). 7 pounds 5 ounces and 20 1/2 inches long.  They of course had to go in after him via C-section because the little booger didn't want to come out on his own.  I told everyone through my whole pregnancy that they were gonna have to go in and get him because he had it good inside my cozy little belly and was smart enough to know not to give up a good thing willingly.  I got to see him for about 5 minutes before they wisked him off to the NICU for the 102 fever he had from a bacterial infection we contracted.  Mine was 100.  As soon as my fever broke and was back to normal I was able to finally got to the NICU and see my son almost 24 hours later.  I sat there holding him the first time marveling over haw perfect he was from his fuzzy red hair, his little ears that stuck out just a bit, to the cute little fingers and toes.  The nurses said that he was the quietest one there and just like us loved to sit with him. 

On May 5th we were released from the hospital and I finally got to take my little pumpkin home.  I thought that taking care of a newborn would be a little harder but Timmy was so easy.  He slept three to four hours at a time, woke up to eat and get changed and then fell back to sleep.  Hardley ever cried, hardley ever fussed and all in all I got more sleep than most new moms because I have the best husband in the world that took 2 weeks off of work to stay home with us and took the night shift so I could sleep.  The first month was a breeze and I was afraid that it would change and my sleep would end but it didn't.  Timmy is like his momma and likes his sleep.  He's been sleeping through the night since he was a month old.  I put him down at around 9pm and he doesn't wake up until 7:30am.  He always wakes up with a big smile for me too.  My heart melts for everyone of those little smiles.

Now my little monkey is a little over 4 months old, teething, drooling, rolling, babbling, smiling and laughing.  He is my precious little man and I love him more and more each day.  Watching him grow and devlop is bittersweet.  I want to see what he will be and what he will accomplish but I also don't want him to grow up so fast.  He brightens up my day with those toothless smiles when I get home from work and always greets me with a smile.  He's a miracle to me.  I never thought I could be so content with my life.  I thought I was just being married to Jeremy and then Timmy comes in to my world and I finally feel complete.  He and my husband fill up the void that I had in my heart after my divorce from my ex.  Jeremy filled most of it when he came back into my life and the day Timmy was born my heart was full.  I look forward to days when I can spend the entire day with both my boys.

 Well there it is in black and white Timmys first semi-biography.  I was prompted to write it in the wake of a tragic event that I don't think any parent should have to go through.  Children are precious and I think that we need to make sure we tell them we love them everyday, hug them, kiss them, even if the duck out of the way and give us the "Awwww mom" look as the wipe the kiss off of their face.  We only have a short time on this Earth and with our children and I think we take that for granted.  So if you are a parent and you read this kiss your babies and tell them you love them and cherish the time you have with them.

And now some pics of my little Tater!