Today, at 10:30 am, my son turned 17. I still remember the day he was born like it was yesterday. We were at a family birthday party when my water broke. He was a few days early, and being our first child, we were a little unprepared. My husband had to make the 30 minute drive home to get my bag (which wasn't packed, I was procrastinating) before we could head to the hospital.
After an agonizing night of pitocin assisted labor and a last minute decision to perform a c-section, we were rewarded with this little guy.
Hours after he was born.
Just before we were discharged (a rare picture of me).
With daddy on his first birthday. He has a bigger car now.
The time has gone so fast. Here's my little guy today, with his girlfriend.
Happy Birthday, seventeen year old!