Wednesday, November 25, 2009




This is my son Ryan and his wife Jennifer....and their dog Flannery....they are expecting their first baby any day now....although, personally I think the little guy will wait til next week.......but, anyways, for today we are celebrating Ryan's 33rd birthday!
Can you believe it? I can not. Where has the time gone! I remember his birth so well...a snowy winter type morning and my hubby arrived at the hospital,..it was about 5:30 a.m.....I was already awake...anxious about the day....hubby appeared in the doorway...snow all over his shoulders and a big grin on his face........it was a planned c-section because his older sister couldn't make her way out so they figured he'd probably have the same problem. I decided that I wanted to be awake...there was absolutely no way that I wanted everyone to know whether I had had a boy or girl before I did! (That's what happened when Leslie was born) So, I went with the epideral.....unfortunately...it didn't quite work...ya....you get the picture...burning pain when the incision was made...thank the Lord for local freezing! When they pulled Ryan out, of course I couldn't see because of the drape and back then, hubbies weren't allowed in the surgery..(poor guy was in the hall).....so, the doctor leaned over the drape and proclaimed.."it's a boy!" ...I was taken aback...I though for sure it was a girl...should have known with all the heartburn! I said 'what'...the doctor repeated himself....then they pushed the bassinet over so I could see and there he was lying on his tummy, knees pulled up, arms close to his chest....and he was making these mewing sounds...poor wee guy.....yanked out of his warm bed into the cold and bright lights!...and he's preferred his bed ever since! He wasn't impressed! He was only 6lbs. 7 oz.......
Fast forward 33 years later......and any day he'll be greeting his little boy.....new memories will be made.....'when a child is born'....
Happy Birthday Ryan!

3 comments:

J9 said...

He certainly does love his bed! I still remember when we went on that canoe trip in algonquin, when he had that big, thick, hooded sleeping bag that you had bought him; the one morning, we all woke up freezing cold and soaking wet, and there was Ryan, toasty warm and dry in his sleeping bag and shouting, "I LOVE MY MOTHER!!!"

joyceandnorm said...

Happy birthday to Ryan! Wouldn't that have been something if your grandbaby was born on his daddy's birthday? I was born on my mom's birthday and my brother was born on my sister's birthday. Fun to celebrate together. Emily just missed my dad's birthday.

juniper said...

What a nice post Mom. I love this story-I don't think Ryan's ever shared all these details about his birth. It doesn't look like our son will share Ryan's birthday at this point. It's almost 11 pm now, Ryan is in bed-yes a coveted spot..but also in preparation for a 6 am wake-up and unless I go into labour and have the baby in the next hour our son will have his own special birthday. For now we wait...we're getting excited as I know a certain Nana is too!!