An Emotional Day

Today is my son's 3rd birthday and i must say he has turned out to be such a handsome little man.

I will spare you any gory details but wanted to share what an emotional day it is for me. You see shortly after we learned I was pregnant with him my mother in law moved down to Orange County California...She was really happy to hear we were having a boy. A week after we found out though, she unfortunately passed away. There is no nice way to say this, my husband is a big mamma's boy so he was of course devastated when she left. He was so depressed at that point in time that he said having Brighton at that time was bad timing. I know now that he didn't mean it the way it came out but it was still hurtful.

I had to be induced because I guess my body just doesn't like to progress the way I think it should (My daughter was induced as well) so we went in at 8 am and started the process...It was a long day and no matter how many times people tell you each pregnancy is different you never think it is until you go through it. Compared to my nightmare labor with Mckenna (I couldn't even tell you all that happened with her because most of it I don't remember because of a mess up with the drugs) everything happened in slow motion. Every contraction felt like a roller coaster only backwards, you get the pit of your stomach feeling building up to the peak and then relief coming down.

During the really bad part of my contractions though my hubby in his depressed state was distant (wishing his mom was there) and not very helpful. Thankfully he did a little bit better when it came time to push. 5:29 pm on March 7th 2007 Brighton Dawson was born. Almost 8 lbs 21 inches long with a 13inch head. And of course he was precious!

I held on to him for most of the day and took care of him that night as well (My husband let me sleep after Mckenna was born so this time it was my turn to stay awake with the new baby.) I was so happy and thankful that he was finally there in my arms. I had had 3 miscarriages before he came along so I spent most of my pregnancy praying he would stay with me.Words could not truly express how I felt about finally holding my lil man.

As we were getting ready to leave the nurses insisted that he wear a hat because he was so new and little. The only hat they could find was a crocheted red cap...a sign from heaven. Brian's mom loved crafts and her favorite color was red....you decide.