You woke up this morning with a fever. Your little body was so hot it made me gasp. You? You, Miles William, you smiled. (The fever is down and you are reseting comfortably.)
I find myself thinking back to this day, and the week preceding it, one year ago. My anger and frustration when I found out that you were breech. How I hard I worked to get you to flip. My inability to get you to turn into the right direction. Finally accepting the situation and scheduling your C-Section. The C-Section that never happened because you decided at the last minute you'd prefer to come out the old fashioned way. Ten days after your due date, two doses of Castor oil, three days of pre-labor, 12 hours of active labor, 13 minutes of pushing and BAM! You joined our family and we could hardly believe we'd ever lived without you.
You are the happiest baby I've ever seen or heard of. "Does he always smile and laugh like that?" people have been asking me since you were two months old. "Yes. Always," I tell them, because it's true. You are this amazingly joyous and happy baby. I often wonder what I did to get so lucky to have you in my life, my surprise baby, my special gift.
So, thank you, Miles. Thank you for picking me to be your mom. Thank you for being such a ray of sunshine. Thank your for all of the joy you've brought to my life. I love you.