Kyler turned two this week. I know it's cliched to say, I can't believe where the time went, blah, blah, blah. But let's face it, it's true. Two years ago, I was 9 months pregnant, chasing JP across the school field. He was struggling with all day school and in the mornings would take off across the field behind the black top. What a picture that must have been...my running, holding my belly, Charlie behind me, JP tearing away.
I remember clearly the day we went to the hospital. It was a beautiful September day, and we had been at JP's soccer game in the morning, and then to lunch at Al's grill. All I wanted to eat was french fries and chicken noodle soup. (The soup was loaded with fat, homemade noodles.) I think my body must have been gearing up for something by stocking me up on carbs.
After lunch I had one of those experiences when you are told by your ob gyn to go down to the hospital, just to check stuff out... but you manage convince yourself that whatever is going on a false alarm, and you'll be back home again in no time. I think you do it so you're not disappointed when you are sent home! I wasn't sent home. We had the baby. While my Mum flew over the ocean that night to stay with us, Kyler Matthew was born.
Now, when September rolls around, and the leaves start to turn here and there, I feel like Mum should be here. She stayed for almost 6 weeks in the Midwest, spending a couple of weeks with my brother. But it was the first time that she got to see one of my baby's on the very day they were born. when my Dad arrived a couple of weeks later, it was also, the soonest he had seen one our children. Those 6 weeks were priceless. There is something magical when you bring a newborn home. Despite the physical exhaustion, the fuzzy head from lack of sleep, and a sore body, time feels like it stands still. Having the big boys hold their new baby brother on the sofa will forever be imprinted in my memories. And having my Mum insist that I take a bath every night, with bubbles that she had brought from Boots in England, again, will be imprinted in my mind. So, the two years flew past, and Kyler is still a happy, happy little boy. (Some things never change!) All that's missing is Mum and Dad.