. . .8. . .

He was born with a black eye. How about that?



The bruise wasn't very dark but you can see it in some of his baby pictures. He was a big baby and my second c-section. My second miracle to tell you the truth.

Sometimes my mom will talk about watching Jet's birth. She tells about how she felt nauseated when he was too big to fit through the incision and they had to make additional cuts to the sides of my stomach. Because my mom doesn't show a lot of emotion, I appreciate it when she starts to talk and the tears come along with the story. She'll say, "I was so worried about you. I couldn't believe they were doing that to my baby." It makes me glad to know that while everyone else was focused on Jet, (and rightly so) My mom was focused on me. That is how motherhood works. Every mother out there is still somebody's baby.

It was a whole lot of pulling that finally brought him into the world. The bruise on his eye was a perfect thumbprint. I can remember touching it and putting my hand where the doctor's had been. To this day, I am amazed at what an infant goes through at birth.

Jet turned eight this month.

I can't believe how fast time goes by. It seems like everything Jet does happens before I'm ready. Ever since that day in the hospital when my doctor sat on my bed and spoke to me in a soft voice, I've been trying to stop time or at least slow it down a little.

That hand that made the bruise on Jet's face touched my arm as he gently let me know that having babies just isn't something I'm good at. He wanted to make it clear that I shouldn't try to have any more children. Of course I knew what he was saying was true. The doctor who delivered Lexa had said I'd be lucky to carry one more. But that doesn't change the fact that is seems like someone pushed the fast forward button and I can't get him to stop growing and changing.

Happy Birthday, my little son. I love you!

xoMJ