Pre-breakfast blood sugar: 156
Pre-dinner blood sugar: ?? I totally forgot to test, but I did actually remember to take my glucometer out which I normally don’t.
Breakfast: Red velvet pancakes (but without the icing in the recipe – still good), sausage
Lunch: Bow tie pasta with bell peppers, sugar snap peas, and chicken
Dinner: Boneless wings, traditional wings, side salad sans dressing, birthday cookie cake
Oh, we began, my baby boy and I. I remember the Tuesday morning, the day before he would have been considered a full term baby, anxiously waiting to be taken back to the O.R.; needless to say, this didn’t help my high blood pressure much, even while sleeping on my left side as much as I could stand. Anxious about the epidural, hoping they didn’t mess it up like they did last time with me – it was bad enough I was having trouble walking, as he thought my sciatic nerve was a comfy spot. The prep was kind of a blur, and finally I got to hear your first protest as they took him away from me, despite the chatter about a 9 pound, 15.8 pound preemie, whom was nicknamed “the little big guy” by staff at the hospital.
Fast forward through these two years, and my, has he grown. Most moments he is a great happy bundle of infectious joy in his play and interactions with others, whether it is just in the tilting back and forth as he plays on a drum or how he dances along to “Boo’s Coos”. For a little guy who doesn’t have many words, he is certainly expressive ranging from hating foods “with his whole body” to squealing with glee over rolling toys. He certainly has his own sense of humor, often doing things he knows he’s not supposed to do, and somehow charms his way out of it. Most distinctively, he is incredibly passionate in what he does. Rarely do I see him simply content; while his tantrums rival the Hulk, our home is never silent while he is awake (and sometimes when he’s asleep).
While I know there’s a lot of time for him to grow, develop, and define himself, I hope some things never change. May he always have his sense of humor, his infectious joy, his ability to express himself, and his passion.
Happy Birthday G.Q., and thank you for being such a wonderful gift to my life.