Mr Man turned 6 on Saturday! My little St Patty's baby he is and here's a little glimpse into what I remember each time his birthday approaches.
March 16 around 1pm I started to feel twinges that didn't feel like they were going away. I kind of freaked out, I mean, baby wasn't due for another month.. but alas, I called my doula. Her advice? Sleep. If they were still there, I was in labour. If they went away, it was just practice. I slept for about 45 minutes and awoke to stronger contractions. Eep.
I picked Chef Husband up at 5, insisted I was ok to drive despite contractions (I think he was more than a little freaked out), and continued on. By 10pm, we were headed to our first hospital. I had been in a Shared Care program where it was hospital based but run by midwives. We knew that Mr Man was a footling breach so I wouldn't be able to deliver vaginally in Edmonton, and given he was a month early, things weren't really going according to plan. The midwife let me know I was 3cm and arranged for a transfer to a hospital.
On to hospital #2. The OB could feel his toes through the bulging water sack and I was prepped for surgery. Mr Man was pulled out at 1:12am. He wasn't breathing, he was blue, and he needed to be resuscitated and bagged. Over the next few hours I saw him for 5 short minutes while they tried to keep his levels of oxygen manageable. Eventually at 6am, the paramedic NICU team arrived and transferred him to another hospital. I only followed 12 hours after that.
He was a fighter from the beginning, my little man, and he was named after a Roman Soldier as a result. At 7 pounds, 5 ounces, he looked nothing like a preemie, but on the inside, he wasn't quite ready to be born. It was a tough go at the beginning for us, and he still has some lasting lung issues, but overall, he's still a fighter. He's sensitive, kind, compassionate, brilliant, funny, and kind of quirky in his own way. And above all, he's perfect. He's my perfect little first born.
And my little dude has a serious affinity for all things prehistoric. Some kids go through a dinosaur phase. My kid IS a dinosaur phase. He's been loving dinosaurs since he was 2 and could say T-rex. He knows the names of more dinosaurs than I can count, has met a paleontologist at our local museum, has been on dinosaur camps, and this year when I asked what he wanted his cake to be answered with "I think you already know mom. Obviously it's going to be a dinosaur cake." Well, son, you're right, I should have known.
So a dinosaur cake I made. Have allergies or food restrictions doesn't mean you don't get to have good cake. It just means you have to know how to bake one, and how to have a little fun with colour.
And so I present you with the birthday cake step by step.
All the kids gobbled it up without asking any questions - as did the parents! Gotta love when no one knows something is gluten free.. :)