Thursday, January 1, 2009

My birthday boy

Twelve years ago this morning, I was in labor and waiting to head to the hospital to give birth to my first baby. I knew I was in labor at about 1:30 a.m. and called my midwife around 5:30 a.m., something I'm sure she really appreciated on New Year's Day, but we stayed at home until noon, taking down our Christmas tree and paying bills and cleaning the house. I even scarfed down an egg breakfast, knowing that I'd need my strength for the hours ahead. Things moved along pretty nicely until 4 p.m., when the pushing started and Noah got stuck. Three hours later -- yes, three hours of pushing -- at 7:11 p.m., Noah made his way into the world.

I didn't officially know I was having a boy ahead of time; I wanted to be surprised. But I always believed I was having a boy, and when I saw that baby, I knew without a doubt that Noah was the only name that would do. My Noah. And nothing has ever been the same. When we brought him home from the hospital, and I was in the throes of the "baby blues," I would dance around our living room with Noah to John Lennon's "Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)," crying the whole time. That song can still bring me back to those unforgettable days filled with once-in-a-lifetime moments. It feels like yesterday and it feels like a lifetime ago. How is it possible that the little boy who used to sleep scrunched up on my chest is the same boy who now stands as tall as my shoulders and can take my breath away with the strength of a hug? Life sure does speed by when we're not looking.

So, happy birthday, baby boy. (Noah is a big fan of this blog, so I know he'll be reading today.) As I always tell you, no matter how old you get, you will always be my baby. Thank you for coming into my life and allowing me to be your mom. My mother used to tell me that her children's birthdays were her favorite days of the year. I never understood that until New Year's Day 1997. Then, of course, it made perfect sense. Thanks for giving me one of my three favorite days of the year.

"Before you cross the street,
Take my hand,
Life is just what happens to you,
While your busy making other plans,

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
beautiful boy." -- John Lennon


NJDP said...

Very touching. You were right that I would read this.

Dad said...

Happy Birthday, Buddy! Love, Dad (P.S., I was so proud of your mom the way she struggled to bring you into the world. You're a lucky boy.)

A.L. said...

Beautiful you are Noah, inside and out. Love you.

Roxane B. Salonen said...

Mary, I just found your post, a few days late, but it was very touching. My oldest, also a boy, turned 13 in December, and I don't know that he's ever read my blog. Your note from Noah was so sweet! I'm envious! My daughters, now that's another story. They have read my blog. Glad someone in my family follows me, besides my mom and sister, of course. :) Anyway, I could so feel so many of your feelings in that post as I remembered my own "first birth" experience. Hugs from Fargo, and way to go Noah!

Donna-Marie Cooper O'Boyle said...


What a sweet post. I know what you mean about the song bringing back those memories. I used to play classical music when my "kids" were babies. I had an album (dating myself here) called "Lullaby from the Womb" which had a combination of classical music and sounds that the baby heard from iside the womb. I would play that for my babies as I nursed them and rocked them. The classical pieces still bring back those memories. They soothe my soul when I hear them.

Happy Birthday (a little late) to Noah and God bless you and your family!


God bless