9 years ago yesterday, I was laying in the OR at 11:45 pm and the doctor was performing an emergency c-section in hopes of delivering my son on his actual due date of June 23.
Nurses from the NICU were in the OR with expectations of rushing him to the ICU because he had possibly digested his meconium. (We told him about this just last week and he said “I must have been desperate to eat since you weren’t feeding me anything!) HA!
9 minutes after midnight, my 7 lb 10.5 oz, baby boy came screaming into this world. He missed his due date by 9 minutes! And by screaming, I mean my friends in the waiting room could hear him when we were in the recovery room. ;)
We love, we bicker, we laugh, we cry together. He is more like me than anyone I know. (That’s probably why we bicker so much!)
He is growing into a handsome, smart young boy and he makes his dad and I so proud of him.
I wish he would stop getting older.
He is my cuddler. The one that comes into my bed the first thing in the morning to hug me and snuggle. I know in a few years he will probably not want to cuddle anymore. I wish he would stop getting older!
He swears that by the end of summer vacation, he will be taller than me. I sure hope not. ;) He only has about 4-5 inches until he is as tall as I am. Not cool. ;)
We are proud of you, DJ. For being a loving older brother (when you aren’t making your brother cry 
WE LOVE YOU OUR DJ MAN!!!!
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