Moms-needing-to-drink, take note:
It's time to drink wine on a Wednesday night.
Ironically, or not, three years ago today I was cradling a brand new baby Oliver.
I remember waiting for my Mom to come watch Jack - cause, you know, I needed to go have a baby. She was out car shopping. And late.
I remember pacing the halls at the hospital, willing this kid to come out of me. Only ending up begging them to break my water and get things moving. But I did it; fast and drug-free, I may add.
Oliver is my miracle baby - who was never supposed to happen. After my hemorrhage and uterine artery embolization after Jack was born, I was left without blood flow to half of my uterus and was told I'd never have more children.
And then there were two...
(God help me).
So, to you, Oliver, I raise my pinot blanc, forget about how exhausted I am, and thank you for being my (generally) well behaved, fun, happy little man.
Happy birthday, baby!
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