I am Thankful for…

 

I am thankful for my Lil Monster. He isn’t so little anymore. He is fourteen going on 21. He is giving me gray hair. S’rsly.

Like each one of my children…there is a story.

You see, with Lil Monster, he wasn’t suppose to be. By scientific standards…or medical whatever, he should never have been born. I had a tubal ligation right after Flannel Boy was born. In other words, I had my tubes TIED! Meaning I should NOT have gotten pregnant!

I had my 1 girl and 1 boy and that is all the “natural born” children that I wanted. But I am telling you, God has a sense of humor.

Two years later…I fell down some stairs and broke my wrist. Then a few weeks later I noticed that “Aunty Flo” was two weeks late…and the worst part…I had been loosing weight and just put a lot of clothes in layaway. I was very happy.

Then it hit me. NO WAY! You see, I loose weight when I am pregnant. I start dropping dress sizes big time. But I had my TUBES TIED.

I took the home pregnancy test. I didn’t believe it. I went to the doctor and he actually came into the exam room laughing. I s'rsly did NOT find the humor in the situation. But it was true. I was pregnant.  Ughhh. There went my new wardrobe and slim body. (At the time I WAS SLIM!)

Anyway. I had a rough pregnancy. I had a serious case of depression. Until the day that I felt him really move. After I felt him moving, he became real. He was my baby.

I had a rough pregnancy.Did I say that already? I was due in the middle of May and in March I went into labor. REAL LABOR. So I was forced into bed rest. Which is torture. I hate not being able to do something. I had to take medication. It wasn’t fun. After 2 months of contractions every hour on the hour, he finally arrived on his due date.

I have another post somewhere with pictures of him that day.

Here is one of my favorites. It shows his personality….

He was a Momma’s Boy for a long time. He was the baby. He was spoiled rotten! Oh, and so devious! He could cry on cue to get his siblings in trouble. I didn’t figure it out for awhile until I accidently caught him one day. Hence, the nickname Lil Monster.

I could probably change that to Surly Teenager now. We are so much alike that it is scary. So of course, we clash on a daily basis.

But…he is still my baby boy. I love him. I try to catch him in his sweet moments. You know, even though he is a teenager, he will still come sit in a chair right beside me (almost on my lap).

I never say anything, because if he knew that I knew that he wanted to “sit on mommy’s lap”, he would never do it again. And there will come a time real soon that it will end. So I am thankful for now.