Two years ago today, at this very moment, I was still sitting in recovery. Hopped up on drugs, trying to jedi mind trick my legs into moving.
Two years ago today, something that I never thought would happen, finally came true.
Two years ago today, I gave birth to our son.
I can’t even begin to believe that it’s been two years. I can’t even fathom where those years have gone and I know that I’m going to say this every year for the rest of my life. The last two years have gone by in a haze, it seems. I try to hang onto everything, but it feels as if the tiny details escape me. Perhaps they’re tucked away deep in my brain somewhere.
The last 8 months in particular, have been the hardest. The most challenging, and also, very rewarding in their own way.
My kid is great. I say that all the time. I love telling people what he’s doing. Not because I’m bragging. But because I never thought I’d have the opportunity to be here, on so many levels. Of course, everyone thinks their kid is great, but really, after everything we’ve been through, the fertility treatments, the failed cycles, the Autism scare, my kid? He’s just awesome and no one can try to convince us otherwise.
Happy Birthday, baby. You just keep getting better and better.