What a long, strange trip it's been...

At 6:07pm on Wednesday January 21, 2009 I was born.

It was around 7:45am when some of my home leaked out from around me. Little did I know the events that would unfold after that. First, what was left of my home was prodded by a doctor, who told mommy that the rest of the sac was intact. Mommy was sent to the hospital. That's when things got really interesting.

My home keep squeezing together every 3 to 5 minutes. This caused mommy a lot of pain, and it was no picnic for me either. This went on for a few hours, but I didn't want to leave yet. Around 11:00 I saw a stick with a hook at the end of it near me, and then felt the whoosh of all the fluid around me leaving. Mommy was given pitocin that made the squeezing worse, but I wasn't going anywhere.

Around 4:00 mommy's pain was very bad so another doctor gave her an epidural. This made mommy verrrry relaxxxxed. Actually, a little too relaxed. Her blood pressure, and my heartrate, dropped a little while afterwards and this caused a bunch of people to rush into the room. They tossed mommy around and did all sorts of stuff to return it to normal.

The doctor told mommy that I wasn't dropping down enough, and that she could have a c-section if she and daddy wanted. They decided to do this rather than risk any other scares so mommy was taken to a very bright room. In this room the doctor snuck up on me from behind and pulled me out of mommy. It was very bright and very cold. I tried to tell them this but everyone ignored me, and began poking and prodding me.

Finally the moment arrived when I got to meet mommy and daddy in person for the first time. They seem like decent enough people, and seem like they are prepared to be a family. I will be sure to test this over the years. Especially daddy.

I weighed 7 pounds 15 ounces and was just over 21 inches long when I was born. My weight went up a little after mommy fed me. After that mommy, daddy and I were taken to our new room where I met my grandparents and some other family members. They seemed impressed, so whatever I did, I think I did a good job.

After a very long day, I slept most of the night, unlike mommy and daddy. Every little noise I made would bring daddy over to check on me. By morning, I don't know which of us was the more tired.

The last 9 months I've spent a lot of time by myself, growing as a person. I know I still have more growing up to do, but I'm glad I get to share the journey with my parents, family and friends. I will try to be a wonderful gift to my parents, as they gave me the gift of life.

Now, where's daddy? I have a gift in my diaper for him.