Originally posted, February 2011
I continue my messages to those I cherish for the month of February, today is dedicated to my middle child, codename: Superstar.
I always thought we’d have more than one child. I grew up an only child and always longed for a sibling. Once we finally brought our first beautiful baby home, I never suspected it’d be so difficult to get pregnant again. When my oldest was 2 years old, we started trying for baby #2 and after 2 and a half years of no success despite fertility drugs, I’d given up. I switched jobs and resumed strong medicine I needed to treat my Rheumatoid Arthritis. I suppose I was not as stressed out, bam!…the next month I got pregnant with miracle baby #2.
What a miracle baby he is…I work at a hospital and was feeling uncomfortable during my 38th week of pregnancy. At the end of my workday, I called my doctor since I didn’t feel comfortable driving myself 45 minutes home. Since I was only a few days before my due date and going to deliver at the hospital where I work, they told me to go get checked out. The doctor informed me I was having contractions (not feeling them though) and that I came into work and would be going home with my baby! How thoughtful of my baby to wait till the end of the workday and not have me race to the hospital while having contractions! My bag was in the car, my husband met me in the hospital, the doc broke my water and a few hours later my darling Superstar entered the world.
Our oldest son is such an amazing and handsome little man, we didn’t think we’d get so lucky that lightning would strike twice…but alas, it did! My middle child is such a darling, he inherited my curly hair and everyone loves his hair. It defines him, his wild, untamed, adorable locks goes with his personality. I used to twirl his hair when feeding him a bottle or getting him to sleep. As a result, all these years later, whenever he drinks milk, especially when he’s tired, he’ll drink with one hand, and twirl his hair with the other. He was a very happy and sweet baby, I never saw someone who would smile like that first thing in the morning…within 30 seconds of picking him up from his crib, he was grinning ear to ear at me…what a beautiful sight to wake up to! He has the most beautiful brown eyes and has since learned how to manipulate us, just by giving us that lovable face…very hard to resist and discipline!
He is a very passionate child and puts that passion in everything he does. He loves, hugs, kisses, tickles, plays and fights hard. He’s rambunctious and sweet, tough and loving…with him, there is no middle ground, you know exactly what he feels when he feels it. He is such a loving child and tells me at no prompting, “i love you sweetheart” or “you are beautiful mommy, like a princess!” He seems to know just when mommy could use some loving words.
Although I must admit the child is quite an actor. If he doesn’t want to do something, he’ll act like he’s crying..so much so that he will actually force a tear out. But, if we start laughing, since we know he’s just acting, he’ll burst out into laughter too…then stop, trying to cry again, we laugh, he laughs…and on and on for a while. He has the most contagious best laugh! I can’t help laugh when he laughs and those big, brown eyes just sparkle when he laughs.
He’s had a tough couple of years…when he was about 1 I had foot surgery and the next year i got pregnant. Mommy wasn’t able to dote on him and do as much for him so he bonded more with his daddy. He had some rough moments and I was worried about how he would react to his baby brother. From the minute we brought the baby home, our middle child was such a loving, big brother to him. Superstar ;still stands next to the rocking chair and sings the baby “Rock a Bye Baby” when I feed the baby his night bottle and tells the baby “you’re such a cute baby.”
He enjoys reading, watching cartoons and playing football. I love when he grabs the football, tucks it under his little arm and starts to run away from his older brother, laughing the whole time. We may have a future football guy on our hands. He’s got the belly and stockiness on his side to be able to push his way through the defensive line. Too bad they don’t have football in our area for 3 year olds…although i’d be a basket case if he actually does pursue football.
I look forward to seeing this little man further develop his unique personality and interests. He is a sweetheart of a little boy and I think he’ll be able to accomplish anything he sets his determined, passionate mind to.
I love you sweet punkin.