Time: Happy 2nd birthday Gavin.

Time, what is time really? When you are 5 and waiting for Christmas when it is only June, time is the slowest thing ever. When you are 8 and there is only 2 weeks of summer break left time just doesn't exist, days are minutes, hours are seconds. As a Freshman in High school 4 years is an eternity, as a Senior they were the fastest 4 years of your life. Then you become a parent. 9 months of pregnancy with my oldest that meant almost 40 weeks (well not quite because he was born early) of morning/mid-morning/noon/afternoon/evening/night sickness, With my daughter it was about 6 months of sickness then a broken tail bone and sciatica then there was the youngest, the pregnancy all issues aside was a breeze but it was NINE LONG MONTHS then the labor, Walker was 26 hours of labor at hour 18 I was positive I was going to be pregnant for the rest of my life and would never see him. Avery was 8 hours, not so bad but still an eternity when you are waiting to meet your child. Gavin was a c-section the fastest by far but still took forever. Then all of a sudden you blink or sneeze or something and they grow up. Where are my teeny little babies? They are all growing up.

So here we are today, May, 11th, Gavin's birthday. He is 2. For some reason I cannot pull it together I am a total wreck. With Walker it was his 5th birthday and his first day of kinder then it was his 9th (and 10th and most likely every next birthday from here on out) With Avery 3 was hard. Gavin is only TWO. I think it is so hard since he just started walking recently, I have allowed my brain to believe he is still a "baby" he still needed me but now, yes he needs me, but he doesn't NEED me. Then there is the whole he is my last one factor. I don't know what it is that is causing me so much heartache but man when one of my kids graduates some one better call for a straight jacket. :)

I should be ecstatic (and I am, but still sad). If you follow my blog or know me in real life you know that Gavin has had challenges (to say the least) and his miraculous accomplishments are certainly something that I am proud to share. Gavin has come so far and we are so truly blessed. Gavin was born on a cool Monday morning we had to get up and leave early to be to the hospital for a scheduled c-section. I was going in somewhat blind to what we may encounter with spina bifida you really have no clue until after the child is born (unless you ask the perinatologist that will absolutely insist your child will have poor quality of life and most likely not walk and that you should abort immediately, thank God for my faith there was no way I could be swayed) Nervous and nauseous I was taken to this cold room full of faces I didn't know finally Jason was brought in and shortly we saw our sweet baby boy. 7lbs, 10oz I honestly didn't notice the huge cyst on his back where his spinal cord was, I do remember thinking man he has a huge nose, lol. He had a ton of blonde hair and the fattest cheeks I have ever seen. It was a strange feeling. I got to kiss him just before they whisked him away to the NICU. Jason went with him as I finished up my surgery. The next day Gavin went for his first surgery the closure of his back a delicate and precise surgery that ultimately would be a huge decision factor on what he would later be able to do. Our doctor was/is amazing. One week later I was devastated to find out that Gavin would need a shunt to remove fluid from his brain. I didn't have a choice and was less than prepared for that one. In the coming years we had countless doctors appointments, specialists, physical therapy, urologists etc... Anyway, you have all heard the stories, the scares, the praises, the miracles. Gavin is walking: unassisted. Gavin has not had to have a shunt revision in two years no huge medical issues at all, as a matter of fact you would never know looking at him that he even is "special needs".

With all of that said. Happy Birthday G-man. We are all so very proud of you. I am so happy that God picked little ole me to be your Mother.