I once visited Hell.
Six years ago I was forced through the firey gates of what most would call Labor. And I am NOT exaggerating.
48 hours of induced labor, 2 days of no food, ice chips only, 2 days of laying on my left side. 2 days of a non-functional epidural <- that I only found out later you really aren’t supposed to feel anything with those, I felt it all. 48 hours of student doctors flowing in and out of my room, doing nothing more than ticking me off.
And then He was Born.
A jaundiced, sedated, beautiful, chinese looking, baby boy.
Today he is 6 years old. Which means that tomorrow he’ll be Twenty years old and running off to Miami with some chick that I will not approve of.
But today he’s still 6, still my baby, still my boy.
So for today it’s a Kung Zhu Zhu Birthday Cake for him and a bottle of wine for me.
We’ve made it kid. Congratulations. <3