Wednesday, April 25, 2012
I have to admit, that this time around, my anxiety seems a little better. I've still got knots in my stomach and I still feel tears welling up in my eyes if I sit and think too much. I'm glad the kids get home from school before that happens.
S will be 7 on Thursday. 7 years old! He'll be going into the 2nd grade! That is so far beyond my comprehension sometimes, it makes me crazy. All I can think about on his birthday is the wild rush to get him delivered. The horrible epidural, the horrendous C-section, seeing how tiny he was and how fast he was whisked away and the long grueling days and nights and months of life in the NICU.
So, yeah, at least it's a little better this year...