One year ago today, I was racing down the interstate, cell phone in one ear and my wife’s screams in the other, determined not to deliver my own baby on the side of the road. The birth center midwives/hippies/rainbow children were ready to head out the door and meet us on I-95, but I kept saying “We’re going to make it. We’re going to make it.”
We made it.
Several blood-curdling screams later, Widget2 entered the world in a bathtub. He’d been trying to kick his way out for months. Today he just kicks because he can.
Against all odds, our child has survived an entire 365 days, weathering infections, rashes, a mold-infested apartment, astronomical medical expenses and daily head injuries. We celebrated the glorious achievement with gluten free cupcakes, gluten free chicken nuggets and gluten free smiley fries, because our friends are allergic to everything delicious. Widget2 chomped that cupcake like a boss and made the traditional 1st birthday mess, though not as dramatic as a regular cake. His brother and the other boys actually made a much bigger mess. When they finished, they looked like they were auditioning for a racist blackface performance.
Or were they…?
Stay tuned for Season 2.