He was an adorable baby. Okay, not at first. 2 hours of hard pushing a Charlie Brown head out a small opening left Joshua with a puffy, featureless face with eyes that he refused to open. He didn't get cute till he was a week old.

Still, I recall being in the hosptial, the morning after he was born. I was enthralled with this scrap of life that I, yes I, had brought into this world! This miraculous thing had happened to me. The nurses came in and mentioned that I might want to turn on the news. I did. I am a little embarassed to say that I watched the news but didn't grasp what was happening. I guess no one did at first, but I was wrapped up in my tiny bundle of life, and I wasn't really interested in the fact that planes were crashing into things and that other people were dying.
During the next few weeks I got to see every second of news coverage, as they showed it over and over again. As a new mom, I was up all hours of the night. Joshy ate frequently, and at night it was always 2 hours- 30 minutes to feed him, 30 minutes to play and then an hour of trying to get him to sleep while he puked all over me. So I watched a lot of tv.
Happy Birthday Joshua!

3 comments:
We love Joshy! Happy Birthday to him! I loved seeing all the pictures!
You are looking at heartbreak hotel. Happy Birthday Joshy! His pictures are really cutie
Happy Birthday Josh! You have grown up so fast. We love you.
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