Today my little baby turns two years old. it seems like yesterday we found out about my pregnancy. These two years have been the best days of my life. I feel so emotional while i write this post.
I could not take any pictures today so posting an old favorite.
coincidentally the hospital (christ hospital) where he was born is at the end of my street. while driving my husband to work today morning i passed through this hospital got a feeling as if i was in a time machine and went back two years in the past and found myself standing at the hospital entrance holding on my stomach and wearing a huge winter coat. And now two years later that same baby is sitting in the back seat of the car and singing “happy birthday to you” with me. This same boy was in arms barely able to see the day light then and now he runs behind me and calls me by my name.
There have been some ups and downs, the one time when he banged his head against the coffee table and we had to rush him to the ER and they put three stitches on his forehead, that scar is with him for his lifetime, the hospitalization when he had croupe, the whole night I spent in the hospital room awake praying to god, the early days when i had to leave him at the day care and go to work, the worry in my mind everytime he came down with a cold and ear infections.
He is a brave kid and always smiled through the whole thing and never bothered me, all he wanted was to cling to me and feel safe and protected.
Today he will be moved to the toddler section in his day care and he will be playing with grown up kids. it makes me proud and sad at the same time. I feel as if my boy graduated or something and sad because he is no longer a small kid. Husband doesnt miss the oppurtunity to make fun of me and asks me if I really want to stop the time and let him be a small kid forever. I dont know, the answer may be yes and may be no. All I know is he is the reason i smile and he is the reason i cry, he is my boy I made him.
love you for ever baby.