After quickly labouring to the pushing stage, my baby decided to stay put.
In fact, he decided to chill out in my uterus until I was so exhausted that I could not push him out.
I am pretty sure he would've been quite content to stay inside until he was a few years old, but, the doc wasn't into it and pulled out the vacuum.
Have you ever tried to push a baby out with a vacuum on his head and your tiny, female doctor pulling so hard, her leg was against the bed?
Fun times, I tell ya.
Eventually, my almost 9 pound baby entered this world unwillingly and I loved him instantly.
He cried so long that I wanted to put him back inside.
He cried so much that the nurses eventually took him from me because he was disrupting the entire floor.
By that point I was OK with it, and actually thought about making a quick escape back home.
But I didn't.
Because I was so completely in love with my new baby boy.
And I still am.
And always will be.
Happy birthday to my peanut butter addicted, horse loving, messy, sometimes lazy, extremely handsome, growing up too fast big boy.