Instead, less than two hours later I was apologizing to my mother for needing push and the midwife wasn't here yet. The baby came so quickly my water didn't break; my mother knelt on the floor behind me as I braced myself on the bathroom vanity and Brad relayed instructions from our midwife over the phone. My clearest memory is of the brightness of the bathroom lights and my mother's voice, praying aloud for guidance and safety for the baby.
And then, and then! I knew he was a boy even before he was in my arms. My first thought was, "Wow...you aren't cute at all, but I am SO glad you are here!" That moment when you look at your new baby and think, "So it's you! It was you, all along!" is unmatchable. Incredible.
My Dom is still on the unpredictable side, to say the least. Today, he turns three years old. And that is straight up crazy.
So you see, he's been pretty funny the whole time. Happy birthday, buddy!