Can you believe it's been 21 years since I was eagerly counting down the days to my scheduled c-section? In just four days, my life was about to change forever—I was on the brink of becoming a mom for the very first time. The anticipation had been building up for 40 weeks, and honestly, it felt like my entire adult life had led to this moment.
As the big day approached, I found myself grappling with the same worries that many first-time moms experience. Will I know what to do? Will I do it right? And even if I think I'm doing it right, will it be the right way for my little one? The anxiety and uncertainty seemed overwhelming at times, but little did I know that once I held my baby in my arms, many of those worries would fade away.
Vance made his grand entrance on February 10, 2003, weighing in at 8lbs 8oz and measuring 21 inches long. My pregnancy had been a unique journey as he decided to keep me on my toes, preferring to stay transverse (side to side/horizontal) for most of the time. However, in a surprising twist, he turned Frank Breech during the last month, adding a memorable twist to the birthing experience.
Despite the challenges, that first cry marked the beginning of a beautiful journey into motherhood. With Vance, I discovered a different kind of bond—one that grows as you learn together, navigating the uncertainties of parenthood hand in hand. He taught me patience, resilience, and the joy of witnessing a tiny human evolve and grow.
The early days were a whirlwind of trying out tips and tricks from books, as well as some unconventional advice from the family. Eventually, we found our rhythm and discovered what worked best for us. Looking back, there are things I might tweak, but they're overshadowed by the wonderful young man Vance has become.
Now, he's thriving, living the life he envisioned. His dreams may still be unfolding, but he's on a path that excites him. I made a conscious effort to encourage him to explore and dream big, aiming for the stars. Unlike my childhood, where I wasn't guided to venture into the unknown, I wanted my sons to embrace the world with open arms.
As Vance celebrates another year this weekend, I can't help but marvel at the journey we've shared. Sure, there were moments that aged me a bit, but the memories and the love that have filled my heart far outweigh any stressors or worries I had in those early days.
Happy birthday, Vance! You'll always be my baby, even when you are eighty. I love you to the moon and back, and then some.
Cheers to the beautiful chaos of motherhood!