I missed a few days there…  I guess I will just pick up where I left off.


He’s 11 years old today.  It seems like life keeps reminding me of how quickly time passes.  Wasn’t it just yesterday I was getting all three of my babies into their stroller for a walk around the neighborhood at sunset?  How does that happen.  How do you blink and suddenly years have passed?

I woke up in the early morning hours with a contraction.  Nothing more than a twinge.  It could have been nothing, but it wasn’t.  Within minutes there was another and with it came a familiar pop and rush of water.

We rolled ourselves out of bed to begin preparations.  Certainly we had some time…

Call Pam, the midwife.
Blow up the kiddie pool in the living room.
Fill it with water.
Pam’s on her way home from another delivery, she will turn around and come here.
Is the pool full yet?
Oh, ouch, these contractions are hurting.
Yes, another contraction.
Oh man, baby isn’t going to wait.
Into the water…
Baby is coming.
Call Pam.
No it’s not just pressure.
Put the phone down.
Holy shit.
He’s here.

He raced into the world, less than one hour between the first contraction which woke me and the last which brought him earthside.  All 9 pounds 2 ounces of him.  With his huge 15 inch head and short 19 inch body.  He was one day late…  or maybe early.  I can’t remember now.  He was a squishy round ball of adorable baby.

Pam arrived shortly after he did.  Walking in in time to help deliver the placenta and make beautiful tree of life shaped placenta prints for us.  Prints I still intend on framing and hanging in our house one day.  She joked that we should call him Jet because he was so fast.  We thought that it was perfect, and so it became his name.

And now he’s 11.

Wasn’t it just last week that he was learning to crawl?  Or walk?  Or starting kindergarten?  I don’t know if I’ll ever find myself less surprised by the passing of time.  I think I’ll find myself waking up tomorrow and suddenly he’ll be 18.

Happy Birthday Jett.  You are a gift.  <3