As I am short on time and this is the story of Carter’s arrival into the world that I wrote last year, I thought I would reblog this. Today Carter turns a whole hand old – the big 05! Happy birthday my sweet and amazing boy. You have personality in spades and a heart of gold. You melt this mother’s heart…
Originally posted on Shoes On The Wrong Feet:
Four years ago, 2 hours and 14 minutes shy of Mother’s Day, Carter was born. He took one look around, expressed his distaste for the cold bright world he was born into by crying about it and then promptly peed all over the doctor.
He was four pounds four ounces and seventeen inches long, born at the gestational age of thirty-one weeks and six days. To us he was a big baby, weighing twice as much as his brother Cody’s birth weight and was an additional three inches longer.
Due to Cody’s very early arrival, my pregnancy with Carter was treated as high risk. I was placed on “modified” bed rest. I was told to do as little as possible. I should limit my walking. I should not lift anything over five pounds. I should not vacuum (hooray!) Most of this was very hard to do (giving up vacuuming was surprisingly easy) considering I had an eighteen month old who had speech and physical therapy along with many other medical appointments. Then there were my many appointments and all of these required getting him in and out of his car seat without lifting him. I learned that collapsible stools are quite handy.