Happy Birthday My Little Man!

Five years ago today, I went through the world's easiest birth. It was a definite indication of the baby's personality. Of my three children, T. is the most easy going. Yes, he can be tough, just like his siblings, but he is so adaptable to most situations. He just goes with it. He is such a middle child, the moderator, the one who makes everyone happy ~ even if that means his own unhappiness, the child with a smile on his face. He is also the most sensitive, the first to cry, and when you are the middle child you get it from both ends. I know, I'm a middle kid. I think that's why I have a special bond with him. I love all of my children equally, but my heart tugs a little when I see what he endures as the second born.

T. was my easiest birth, but my hardest to conceive. I had been through years of fertility treatments to conceive W. and I knew that I wanted more children. We began trying for our second child as soon as the doctor gave the okay after W. was born.

We tried and tried for four years. There were a few breaks in those four years, because honestly, it's hell and sometimes you just have to step back and relax. Finally my RE told me that Invitro Fertilization seemed like the next route. He recommended me to another doctor as he did not do IVF.

I began seeing the other doctor, which was over an hour away. Now that doesn't sound like that big of a deal, but those of you that know how many times you have to visit your RE during a cycle know, it can be a big deal. You have to visit them practically every other day for blood draws and ultrasounds. I had a 4 1/2 year old at home that I had to throw in the car at the crack of dawn, in cold January weather, and drive alongside 18 wheelers. That's daunting enough, but when your nerves are already shot, well it's a living nightmare. But you do it. And you get through it.

I was also very anxious about having this baby. It was right after 9-11 and I wasn't sure I wanted to bring another child into a world that was so unsure. But then I reasoned that everything is unpredictable and the love of a child would bring joy to our lives.

So, I received my nightly injections in my butt. That needle was freaking HUGE! It sucked. But I did it. We had my eggs harvested and all looked great. Three babies were put into my uterus. Now it was all a waiting game.

The day came for us to drive the hour back to the RE's office to see what was to be. One, Two, Three, or no babies. I prayed all the way just for God to give us what we could handle. That's what I prayed, over and over in my head.

I had my ultrasound and there he was, my T., his heart beating on the screen ~ mine beating out of my chest.

He still does that to me, makes my heart beat out of my chest. He's 5, that's what they do. But my heart also beats because of him, and his brother and sister. They are my loves.

Happy Birthday my baby. I love you from here to the moon and back!

(T. holding a Boa from his birthday party with The Lizard Guy!)