Today is my first born son's 11th birthday.
Since each of my boys' birthdays is a time that reminds me of when they were born, I thought I'd put in writing the story of their birth day. I don't know if this is true of everyone, but the birth of each of my son's EXACTLY reflects their personalities. This is the story of Dallas:
About 7 months into my pregnancy, this little guy turned into the breech position. Head up, bottom down. I remember the night it happened. The doctor assured me this was common and in almost all cases the baby turns back into proper position. I had a feeling even then that this baby would not do this. He didn't. As is his personality to this day, I just know he thought, "Nope. Don't like it. I'm not going head down. Don't care how most everyone else does it. Not moving. NOT doing it." He is still SO this way. He does things his way and cannot be convinced otherwise. He is also incredibly structured and his birth was no exception. At 9:00 pm on the dot, I began having contractions, five minutes a part. After one hour they went down to under 3. I knew we had to go to the hospital. Because this was my first baby, all the nurses were a little la-de-da about my condition as I'm sure they get many false labors in new moms. I was checked and dilated to seven. Seven! They started to get a little more involved and then my husband told them we had a c-section scheduled because he was breech. I tell you what, if you've never had an emergency c-section it is like nothing else. I had one nurse casually checking me one minute and literally the next there were a dozen people in my room, lab techs, ultrasound techs, nurses. As also is Dallas' way he did not wait until the scheduled date of the c-section. He decided it was time, so it was TIME. They gave me medication to stop labor to no avail. I was rushed into surgery without the saddle-block anesthesia fully in effect. Really. I was not in pain but I could feel the incision. This is an incredibly odd sensation and not at all pleasant. He was born 15 minutes after midnight on January 27, 2000. I heard his cry and remember thinking, "He's here. I can't believe he's here." Our lives have never been the same and we never want it to be. He made a couple into a family and this family would not be complete without him. We love you.
A couple of things we love about you:
1. You are an incredibly hard worker. You try and accomplish things that should be too difficult for someone your age.
2. You are so self confident. You don't let anyone talk you into anything. You like what you like.
3. You have a big heart. It bothers you when one of us (especially your brothers) are upset or in trouble.
Happy Birthday son.