Today my son turned 2 years old.  It is unbelievable to me how quickly the time has passed.  Can he really be 2?  I remember the day he was born so clearly....

I woke early in the morning, over a week past the due date.  I had pain in my lower stomach.....contractions?  I could only hope that it was the beginning of labor.  After a call to the doctor, she told us to head to the hospital; it was time.  I tried to remain calm as I showered and got myself ready.  I was so anxious to meet this little person that I had been praying for for so many years now.  And now that it was finally time, I was feeling a little nervous. 

We arrived at the hospital around 6ish.  By 7am we were in the labor and delivery room, preparing for the birth of our son.  I had decided to give birth naturally.  And we had practice the Bradley method.  We soon settled into our relaxation techniques, and before I knew it, I was peacefully snoozing in between contractions.  Ofcourse the last few hours grew a bit more uncomfortable, but nothing I couldn't handle.  They checked my status, and I seemed to be stuck at 8cm.  They decided to break my water, and moments later, I thought I was dying the contractions were so strong.  I was so scared at that moment.  It was just minutes later and I was pushing.  I pushed for about an hour, and at 3:15pm he was born into this world, weighing in at 9lbs 5oz and 22in long. 

My heart raced, I could hardly believe he was here as the doctor held up the baby, and exclaimed, "it's a boy!"  As they laid him on my chest, no words would come.  He was here!  My son!  The miracle of it all is so astounding to me.  How can anyone not believe in our Lord and Father after being apart of such an amazing moment.  It still takes my breath away. 

The days that followed, were ofcourse, a rollercoaster.  I was so dearly in love with my son.  Scared at the responsibility that awaited me.  Tired beyond belief from caring for a baby who enjoyed crying through the night.  But I cherished the moments, where I would sit and rock with him and he would rest his little head on my shoulder.

And now my little son is 2.  He runs around the house, shouting "car" and "no".  He makes us laugh and cry.  He is determined and strong.  He is sweet and innocent.  My little boy is growing so fast, but I"ll never forget the moment he came into my life and made me a mother....his mother.

Happy Birthday to my sweet little boy!  I love you Cameron.