I couldn't get to a computer yesterday to say:
Happy Birthday, Spencer. You are now a very old 29 years old. It about broke my heart when I asked how old you were going to be and you said you are now older than Nick.
Spencer was due on Christmas Day. I remember telling Howard that he would be born at home unless he waited until after the other three kids opened their presents. Well, by the time I went into labor on Jan 3rd, I was wishing he would have come on Christmas Day. At that point, there had been no New Year's baby born, so i was excited when I woke up with some mild contractions. I called Brenda, and she said they were inducing her friend that day. I told her that was cheating. We got up, took the boys to Brenda's and went to the doctor appt I had that day. Then we went shopping for Howard's birthday presents cuz his birthday was Jan 6th. Mild contractions all day, doing nothing. The doctor wanted to see me again that afternoon and I wasn't doing anything.
That evening about 10 pm I headed to the hospital. Still no progress. In fact, they said they would keep me for two hours and if no progress, they would send me home. Well, in two hours a little progress, so they kept me. After a very restless night I decided Spencer was gonna stay just where he was. After all, it was nice and warm in my tummy. But finally just after twelve noon he was born. It had been a hard labor, I had finally pushed before they told me to cuz his head just wasn't down enough to do anything. When he was born he had a bright red mark over his left eye and the back of his head just before his skull. I was upset for days over that, but they finally faded. But for several years when he cried, they would show up again. Thank heavens he was finally born.
