What a Strange Day…

Well, tomorrow is the big day. Kris’ parents arrive in the morning and then we’ll get our last minute party things sometime during the day. Owen’s party starts at 6:00 and ends at 8:00. It’s sort of nice renting a facility because of the time thing. Not that any of our friends would stay past their welcome…we’re the ones who do that…it’s just nice to have a set time to say…we all have to be gone by this time. I would imagine that a lot of people will want to get their kids to bed at a decent time anyway. It gives an order to the event that you can’t really set in your home and still be considered hospitable. That’s the other nice thing…I love my house and I love having people over but with the events of the past couple of weeks I don’t want to make it the party house this time. Honestly, if we weren’t renting the facility we wouldn’t be having the party…at least not to the extent we are having it. We would probably just have grandparents and cousins over and leave it a family affair. He’s two for crying out loud, he’s not graduating from high school or anything…this is not a landmark affair.

This morning as I wrote the date in my journal I thought back to two years ago and the long day I endured on October 5th 2003. I was in labor literally all day long and he didn’t come until the next morning. I’m remembering the people who were in and out during the day but it’s all a blur in some ways. Kris went to get his mom around 11:00 a.m. Amy and Tisra were there, my sisters were there, the midwives, Brent even came at the end. It was an amazing day…I remember the window being open and hearing the rain outside. That was one of the most comforting things for me. I love hearing rain and though it made the room a little damp, I loved the chill it brought and the rhythm it made against the trees and the ground outside. It is much warmer today than two years ago…I remember people were wearing long sleeves and thick socks. It’s sort of strange because though I know I was exhausted and miserable and thought he was never going to come out…my memory has cut out so much of the negative that I don’t remember it as a long, long day…I just remember I got through Sunday and finally he came…12:36 a.m. Monday morning. It doesn’t seem like I pushed for three hours, but I did, I only remember the last push when he came out. I’m sure Kris remembers it more vividly since he was supporting and watching and endured much for me and Owen. What a day…what a strange day October 5th 2003 was…full of misery and joy and pain and excitement.