{"id":11039,"date":"2019-05-07T17:00:59","date_gmt":"2019-05-07T23:00:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/?p=11039"},"modified":"2019-05-01T18:54:06","modified_gmt":"2019-05-02T00:54:06","slug":"the-day-that-changed-my-life-forever","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.amyreesanderson.com\/blog\/the-day-that-changed-my-life-forever\/","title":{"rendered":"The Day That Changed My Life Forever"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I can\u2019t believe that it has already been 26 years\u202626 years ago I was at work when my water broke. It took me a minute to figure out that\u2019s what was going on because, let\u2019s face it, wetting yourself isn\u2019t that unheard of when you are nine months pregnant with a baby kicking your bladder. But when the trickle didn\u2019t stop I realized it was time to get myself to the hospital.\u00a0 Of course I made a quick stop at home to shave my legs because a girls gotta be presentable when she\u2019s bringing a newborn into the world \ud83d\ude42 . <\/p>\n\n\n\n

There I was, sitting in a hospital gown eating ice chips and starving because back in my day that\u2019s all you were allowed to eat\u2026they didn\u2019t give yummy flavored snowcones the way they do now…and there were so many nurses coming in and out of my hospital room to check me that I finally gave up any hopes of preserving even a shred of modesty. Then I noticed the forceps sitting on the tray\u2026oh the dreaded forceps\u2026lets just say forceps are not your friend\u2026 Then I saw him, not my baby yet, but the beloved anesthesiologist who\u2019d arrived to give me an epidural\u2026I told him I loved him (again, the anesthesiologist)…in that moment, I really did\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have to say it\u2019s a surreal feeling right before you have your first baby. You are so happy that you are going to get this little person out of your belly and into your arms and you are super excited about the prospect of being able to look down in the shower and see your own toes again, but there is also this feeling of fear\u2026Is this baby really going to come out of me? How bad is that gonna hurt?\u00a0 And am I really ready to be a mother? Will I be good at it? What if I mess up? What if I don\u2019t know how to do something he needs me to do? What if I\u2019m going to be horrible at this? The next thing you know the doctors yelling push\u2026push again\u2026keep pushing\u2026 and then there he was (my baby boy, not the anesthesiologist), a 9 pound 7 pound\u00a0 ounce baby was snuggled up against my chest and he was the most amazing thing in the world\u2026and my life would never be the same again\u2026neither would my heart ever be the same\u2026he now owned it\u2026completely\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I watched him grow from that 9 pound 7 ounce little boy to a 6\u2019 3\u201d man. \u00a0But I have to admit that when I look at him I still tend to see that cute little boy with that twinkle in his eye and a \u201cI\u2019m about to get my way\u201d look on his face\u2026perhaps that\u2019s because he still gives me that \u201cI\u2019m about to get my way\u201d look all the time.\u00a0 And 26 years later that little boy named Dalton…now a grown man, a husband, a father to his own son, and a soon to be father to his own daughter\u2026still owns my heart completely. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I want to wish my son Dalton a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY May 8th<\/sup>.\u00a0 I\u2019m so proud of the man he\u2019s become and I\u2019m so grateful to have him as my son. Here are a few fun pics of some key moments with my son over the years: <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Happy Birthday Dalton! And happy day to everyone else \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n\n\n\n

~Amy Rees Anderson (author of the book \u201cWhat Awesome Looks Like: How To Excel in Business & Life<\/a>\u201d ) <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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