It's A Boy !

Today is my youngest,and my only sons birthday. It seems impossible that he can be 29 already.I remember every detail as if it was yesterday. The excitement as I showered and got ready to leave for the hospital, mixed with the sadness of having to leave my baby girl Mandy behind ,without me. The wondering how this delivery would go compared to Mandy's. After all I did look like the BLIMP and he was predicted to be quite big. That could be a possible C-section and I did not want that. I knew God was in control. I'd voiced these concerns to Him already.He'd be with me on this day as He was on every other one.

Arriving at the hospital, and walking in I became more uncomfortable...and rather quickly. I stopped to breathe and manage the pain.Ray asked if I was okay.I believe I snarled at him.They got me settled quickly and soon found I was already at 9 centimeters. Not a surprise.My doctor had warned me to get to the hospital quickly with my second baby...My first baby came in 5 hours. Then there was a scurry of people and talk of a C-section...the baby was very big...blah blah.

They told me "not" to push as several of them left the room for a minute. I told the Lord "I can't have a c-section Lord. I have no one to help me with this baby and my little Boo at home. Please let this work."

Ryan Michael Paterson was born at 6:04 am on June 14,1983.A Flag day baby. He was almost 10 pounds and the nurses kept saying "He's the biggest baby in the nursery."  He was born completely naturally and pretty fast at that. I was ecstatic.I had a son now, with a Big Sister at home.How amazingly blessed I felt. A little girl and a baby boy to love and raise. And this baby boy actually looked like me.That was a shock after Mandy's birth...she so resembled her daddy . In fact Ray was taken back because Ryan looked so different.It became kind of a joke at first. But inside of me it was crazy.Here was a babyface looking back at me that actually reminded me of me.Growing up without parents and family around I had a sense of no identity for a long while. Having Mandy began the healing process.It  continued with Ryan and his resembling me so much.How good and loving of the Lord to do that.He alone knew those feelings I had inside.I never told anyone that.  But in His infinite wisdom and grace He was healing parts of me little by little.

I acted like a crazy woman after Ryan was born.Whenever I heard nurses talking about that "BIG" baby in the nursery I would shout out "He's my son". "That big baby is my son". "I have a son". I laugh now because that's not really like my personality.I do not like to draw attention to myself. But that day ,in that moment I was unlike me. I was totally captivated by this new human being that had entered my world and my heart.

As I remember that day I am so grateful for my sons entrance into my life.He and his sister were like a healing balm to my life.So much of the time, as I was teaching them and pouring life into them...they were actually healing and teaching me.Instruments sent straight from my Heavenly Father to do a work only He knew had to be done.And in His perfect way He accomplished that through two little angels named Mandy and Ryan.

So Happy Birthday my boy.May you rejoice in the day of your birth and in all the blessings our Lord has bestowed upon you.Know this ;"I'll love you forever,I'll like you for always,As long as I'm living,my baby you'll be."