Six months ago today...

I'm posting this a little late. Sol was actually born six months ago yesterday.

Dear Solomon,
Six months ago today I woke at 4:00am with gas pains, that kept coming.... and coming ... and coming... every 10 minutes. Daddy woke up and created a spreadsheet to track the frequency and length of each contraction. We're kind of nerdy. :) I had to call my boss and tell him I wouldn't be coming in today or anytime for the next 3 months. I spent the morning emailing clients to tie up loose ends and reorganizing your baby clothes.

Six months ago today Daddy and I hung out in bed all day. It was a windy day and I kept the windows open because the breeze felt good. I could hear our wind chimes all day and wondered if you could hear them too. I wondered if you were scared because your little home was squeezing you tight and pushing you down, or if you were excited because you could tell things were changing and you were about to start your biggest adventure, your life. Or if Heavenly Father was holding your hand whispering peace in your sweet little ear. Now that I know you better I bet it you were feeling all those things. Most of all you were excited to get here, to start growing.

Six months ago today Daddy and I went to Village Inn at 3 in the afternoon for one last meal. The contractions started to get stronger and I was so happy I'd be meeting you soon. I ate pancakes which came back up later that night, right before things really got exciting.

Six months ago today Daddy and I packed our bags and went to the hospital. It was still windy and cool, it felt good as my body was working so hard. The contractions were intense. The people at the hospital were very nice but we weren't in the labor room very long. You were determined to come and you wasted no time.

Six months ago tonight I started to feel overwhelmed by the strength of the contractions, I was scared how intense they were. Daddy had to coach me and tell me what a good job I was doing. I was scared, it hurt bad, and just when I was ready to give up you started to help me. All of a sudden you were pushing your way out! The nurses were running around saying don't push, how could I not? It wasn't me that was pushing. Soon they let me help push and you were out in 20 mintues. You would have been here sooner if the doctor didn't slow you down a little. You barely made it here before midnight, on Tax Day.

Six months ago tonight I opened my eyes and there you were all white and wiggly. You looked at my with those big black shiney eyes and blinked. I think we just stared at each other for 20 minutes. You were here.

I love you baby. Daddy loves you too! We're so glad you're ours. Happy birthday!

-Mommy