So, about five years and eight months ago, I found myself in quite a pickle. My nephew Eli was in the hospital with pneumonia and had to sit in an oxygent tent. Well, as any of you with 2 year old children know, he wasn't staying in there alone, so I crawled in beside him. After laying there a few minutes, I started to get real woozy and sick. The nurse asked me if I could be pregnant and of course, I said Gosh NO! In my head though, I was thinking aw crap. I wrestled with this for a month and honestly, my first thought was to not have the baby. Ha, what a "choice!" I finally told my best friends and my sisters and they were all very supportive, though my older sister did have some choice comments to make first, haha. So, I gathered the courage to tell my Mom, BIG MISTAKE. I should have just had him and then apologized later...
The pregnancy was miserable, I was sick and I never felt that excitement because of the situation I guess. I reluctantly began to prepare myself and when the day came, I made my friend take me to Methodist Germantown via Southaven, for those of you out of Memphis, calling that the long way is a serious understatement...
I had a 36 hour labor with no movement, so the doctor finally told me a C-section was the way to go. When I had Cooper, I was just not sure what to do with him. My sister held him first and then I just studied him, I was not sure what to think. Looking back, he was fabulous from the first moment, chubby and mocha with dark hair and dimples that you could drown in, but I was just still in shock...
My Dad and sister stayed with me in the hospital and my friends all came to visit often, when they would leave, I shipped Cooper right back to the nursery. I just didn't want to be alone with him. I took him to my sister's house to recover and the first night was miserable. He stayed up all night and would not stop crying and even though I was at my sister's house, I realized that I was all alone.
I remember walking in my sister's room the next morning and telling her to take him away. I was going to take a nap and when I woke up, I wanted that baby gone! She very kindly (not) told me that I was being ridiculous and to lay down. When I layed down, she put Cooper in my arms, turned the lights off, and walked out of the room. At that moment, it literally poured over me, I fell in love. I fell in love with that chubby little ball of crybaby. I knew right then that I wasn't alone, I was the captain of the ship, but Cooper was going to be my little first mate (like that analogy?)
I still think about that on tough days. I saw a glimpse of how much God loves me through the eyes of a parent. It is pretty indescribable. I love that little kid more every day. He looks like my little mocha twin and he knows how to work his Mommy like a little pro.
Well, enough seriousness, I pretty much laugh about Cooper every day now, he is a mess even when he acts up, he is funny...
This is our story, still being written every day!
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