HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LINCOLN! YOU’RE 2!!!

Almost two years ago I was 1000% nesting, making sure my legs were waxed, my bags were packed, the laundry was finished, and Lincoln’s room was ready for a human to be in there. I’m still not sure why it was so important to have the room that he wouldn’t be sleeping in for at least 3 months be ready for his arrival, but it was… and that was that. I would spend countless nights rocking in the rocking chair that my mother rocked my sister in and eventually, me in. I had no clue what it was going to be like to be a mother. All I knew was how it felt to have my mother and if I could take anything from her parenting style and put it to use it was to love unconditionally. And the tiny human being inside me that couldn’t grow any bigger in my belly was already loved so unconditionally we were both about to burst.

I was as ready as ready could be to bring my boy into the world via cesarean section on Friday July 30, 2010 set to arrive at the hospital at 6:30 am; however, Lincoln had a different plan and decided to be the odd ball with a date of July 29^th for his arrival. With a lost mucus plug, broken water, 3 calls to the hospital, a coffee break for my hubs, a load of laundry thrown into the wash, a shower, curled hair, full makeup, packing at the speed of lightening, a high speed chase down Capital of Texas, an attempt to stop at a different hospital for delivery along our route to our destination hospital, a call to 911 by my husband, wheeling me through the revolving doors in a wheelchair only to get stuck, crashing me into the nurse’s station, a medicinal cocktail that would make me feel like I “had two Trudy’s Mexican Martini’s” {per the nurse}, and an epidural later, we finally had our gorgeous handsome brown eyed brunette with a double cal-lick, my ears, the most perfect button nose, olive complexion, 6 lb 2 oz, 19 ¼ inches of pure joy delivered at 7:31 am! Exactly 1 hour and 1 minute later than when I was set to arrive at the hospital 24 hours later.

I could have never guessed in that rocking chair over two years ago that parenting would be as joyful as it is today. I never could have guessed that a person that is incapable of telling me “I love you” I could love so much. Words can’t describe being a mother and the joy that it brings “most” of us each and every day.

Cheers to motherhood and having an official 2 year old! Happy birthday to my vivacious, tender, exploratory, head banging, tantrum throwing, stinky feet little boy! I can’t wait to see the mayhem he creates in this world.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LINCOLN CODY MACK 7.29.10