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That's my boy!

 Tomorrow is my baby boys, big day. The big ONE O. Ten. I can hardly believe it. I remember just like it was yesterday being in the hospital having him. It was a stormy night, I remember for a while I was worried about the storm, that was until contractions were stronger than the sound of thunder outside.

 I also remember Tim had said he would like for it to just be him and I there, in the room... He didn't really want my mom there, but as I started whining I remember him asking if I wanted my mom. Of course I did! I am not even sure who she left the girls with to come and sit with me, but she came, and they were somewhere in the storm with someone and I was not worried about them at all. LOL.

 I was in labor for about 18 hours with Bailey. It was not too bad, but my doctor never even really offered any type of pain medication... I guess I was okay with that, because I never really asked either. When it was time to push the doctor was there the whole time. Just patiently waiting and doing that massage thing so I didn't tear. Amazing really, because that boy has a large head!

 So with that final push, he was out. The doctor just sat there, and I did not hear any crying... I got a little bit scared "Why is he not crying??" "He's sleeping!" the dr. said matter of fact like. Well uh WAKE HIM? I Remember thinking.... They finally rubbed him and cleaned him off which made him mad. They handed him over to me, and Tim kissed me the biggest hardest kiss I have ever gotten form him. Pretty sure he was crying too. Why not, birth is AMAZING. Even looking back now, I cannot believe I did it, and four times at that!



 So after they handed him to me, They turned down the lights, the Dr. delivered the not baby part, and he left the room.Then my mom congratulated us, and she left, the nurse left, and then Tim left as well. I was left alone in a dimmed room, with my little man. He was beautiful. His little nose covered in white baby pimples. I remember telling myself I would know, for certain if they tried to give me another baby, because of his little nose.

 Of course was perfect. 10 fingers, 10 toes. Not much hair. Fat baby 8 pounds 6oz. He ate like a little champ and settled in to his spot near me without problems. I loved him from that moment.

 As Bailey has grown he's had more than his fair share of naughtiness. He was so young when I had Hannah, but ready to play the part of a big brother without jealously issues at all. He loved "his baby" and took care of her best he could. He also knew when he could get into things because I was tending to the baby. He dumped out shampoo, ate cat food (and threw it all over the living room) smashed his head on the corner of a table, stapled his penis, ate calcium pills, among other things. Poison control was on my speed dial when he was a baby that is for sure.

 As he got older, he got very sick. I thought he might have the flu, or something. We took him to the doctor to find out he had cancer. Then we were faced with the thought of losing our son. We did not know what kind of cancer or what the outcome would be, but we knew we would do whatever we could, to keep Bailey because he was worth so much. I knew it could not be his time, that he had so much more to do, and I was right. He fought cancer like it was a sissy baby. He kicked its butt. Sure there were hard times along the way. Mood swings from the steroids and constant ear infections but through it all he showed the same spirit he always has. He rolled with the flow. He was happy, he cared so deeply about everyone else even when he was the one we were so worried about. Once when he could hear a little crying in the oncology room next to ours he said "mama, he doesn't want to get a poke" Tears were in his eyes. Not because he knew that he was the next to be poked, but because he felt badly for that other little boy. Bailey feels so deeply and cares so much. More than anyone else I know. He's always doing nice things for others and worrying about things little kids probably shouldn't have too. Its sad sometimes, but amazing all the time. I know that Bailey has far to go in life, and this little battle he had to fight along the way did not even put a pause on those plans.


 Although Bailey is the source for most of my grey hairs... Slicing the trampoline, cracking the windshield in the van, getting cancer, stitches in his eyebrow, chickenpox when he's not allowed to get those, crying for at least a month when he first started school, calling to come home when he stays the night at friends houses, not going down the slide at the pool until the last 10 min were there, because he was afraid, after so much he's been through, afraid of a slide? Now he's taken to getting on the roof (not allowed) and jumping down from it, onto the trampoline. He called me out as if I would be proud of such a task.



 Bailey loves to skateboard, to draw comics,to be funny, to watch TV, ride his bike. Bailey makes friends with just about everyone he meets, he is never mean to other kids even when they are mean to him. He is always thinking of how someone else would feel. So sweet to animals, saving turtles lives and wanting to take in strays. He's an awesome child that I am so very proud to have as my one and only son. He loves with his whole entire heart. He makes mistakes, but always appologizes for what he's done wrong. When he says he is sorry you feel that he really is, and when he says he loves you, you know your lucky to be loved by such an awesome kid.



 So Bailey-Boo. Even though your too big to kiss me goodbye in school in front of your friends, you will always be my baby boy. Even though your going into middle school this year, I will still tuck you in at night and call you my baby boy. Even when you start to grow hair on your face, you will still be my little man... Even when I have to look up to see your smile, I hope it shines as brightly as it does now.

 Be all you want to be, keep on loving and caring and being the awesome kid that you are, there is no need to change a thing about you, because who you are... Is amazing. I love you Bailey Boo.

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  1. coudnt have said better myself....i love you son

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  2. Very cute and sweet!! 2 things though. #1 stapled his penis? lmao and "look up to see him smile? Don't you have to do that with everyone?

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  3. yes, when he was about 15 months, he got ahold of the stapler and got his penis... That was an interesting call to the after hours nurse ;o)

    MOST people I do look up to see, but not yet my own baby boy!! :)

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