My Baby, My E
Thursday, March 29, 2012 at 7:20PM 
Me and The Husband at the birthplace of E's Grand Papou in Greece
I'm not too sappy of a homegirl. But when it comes to E, I kinda 'em. Wednesday was his 5th birthday. My first, my baby boy, was born 5 years ago. I look back and remember how stressed, scared, terrified, frantic, and ecstatic I was. So many opposing emotions were tearing at me. So much uncertainty.


He was born in stress...no joke. I would like to think he was born in a soothing natural environment, I mean Dave Matthews was playin'. I would like to say that this gorgeous picture from our honeymoon in paradise (Bristish Virgin Islands) was my visual focal point...

Not so. For my first baby, I thought it would go down a little differently. Looking back it wasn't too drastic at all but during, I was a nervous wreck.
I went in for a prenatal check up and was diagnosed with preeclampsia. The Husband was at work and I had to drive myself to the hospital.
I checked myself in. I waited for The Husband. I was given scary news by my OB about how if we didn't get my blood pressure under control then I would need some scary drug that might make my baby
"unresponsive at birth".
REALLY?!?! Well, with that news of course my blood pressure would go down and I would relax...um no. About that time, I opted for an epidural. I am not one to advocate drugs and I wasn't happy about the decision, but I was happy that it made me relax and got my blood pressure under control... and that I didn't have an "unresponsive baby at birth". So in between that scary news and my Dr. telling me she was going home to feed her dogs (she later almost missed my delivery!!) I was a little freaked out.
Oh...did I mention he was sunny side up. Yea, and the Dr. said she couldn't do anything about it but thank god, I had the best nurse in the world, who was able to turn the baby and make me at ease. If it wasn't for her, I would have been a hopeless mess.
All this time, I was quietly frightened, but my baby was coming, and I would soon meet him. When I did, it was the most beautiful experience in my life. My first born; born slightly blue, scrapped, screaming, and perfect. Second he was in my arms, on my skin, I knew I would never let him go.











This sweet baby is 5. He is gorgeous and has the kindest heart. My Casanova. He is my love. He is the one who gets sad when I get sad, or laughs when I laugh. He is my heart. My walking, laughing, spirited heart.
He is one of the three main reasons why I am trying to live a healthier life. He is the reason why I am making these changes to a greener, less-toxic lifestyle.
I am a mother, a protector, and a survivor. I will guard my little loves with everything I have. Forever.

I couldn't be luckier.











































