Eight years ago yesterday, I thought I might be in labor. Tim was working nights, so it was just me and Chandler at home. The contractions, weren't bad, but the weather was. After calling the doctor, a friend took me to the hospital and Chandler to grandma's. Tim was called and he met us at the hospital about an hour later. He didn't miss anything, except the nurses asking if I was a teenage single mother. (Nice, right? So what if I was, would you treat me and my baby different?)
Carter was born 2/17/2003 after lunch. He was a tiny little guy; 5 pounds 9 ounces. At the time (we did not know) he was born with a diaphragmatic hernia and a cleft palate. By a freak chance we found the hernia and it was taken care of when he was 2 months old; the palate-much later.
So tonight we will party like an 8 year old. We are making his dinner that he requested; bar-b-q meatballs, cheesy potatoes, corn, cookie cake and three types of ice cream.
Happy Birthday Carter, you will always be my tiny little boy with big feet! ;)
