At seven fifteen I called the doctor and told him they (contractions) were ten minutes apart and not very painful, but he said come anyway. I did and I am so glad I did. I was in a hospital bed at eight. I was already six centimeters dilated. Pastor and Sis. Pastor came and visited until ten fifteen, that's when I needed to concentrate. Then things went really fast and at eleven forty-seven (thirteen minutes before his due date), Samuel Jeremiah Lovelock entered this world, screaming and hollering. He was long and skinny and mad! He quieted quickly with mama--and he hasn't been quiet since.
Just kidding. Kinda.
Sam has been a source of joy, entertainment, moments of consternation and boundless love. He is cuddly, funny, cute and a total rascal!! I wouldn't trade him for anything or anyone.
Take a look at our last three years of cuteness. And this is just one child. We are overflowing with cuteness over here. I know, I am biased. I am supposed to be.
Happy Birthday, my precious boy.
|Make a Smilebox scrapbook|