Happy Birthday Wyatt-

Wyatt, (since I am going to print this entry for your scrapbook, I thought I would address it to you)
Last night I read the journal entry that I wrote 5 years ago. 5 years ago last night I was scared to death, I needed to be at the hospital at 5:00 am to get started, my blood pressure was going crazy, I was swollen like a HUGE balloon,not a shoe would fit on my feet but a flip flop, and my body was not wanting to be pregnant any longer, but you were perfectly content to stay put. That night your dad and I both couldn't sleep I remember laying in bed wide awake talking about what the morning would bring. I remember the car ride up to the hospital, I don't think we talked the entire way up there, it was pretty early, and we were pretty nervous. After getting checked in and settled in our room, (which was right above the life flight pad), they started the pictocin, and after 12 hours of being on pictocin, and maxing out my epidural drip, you were ready to come on out, BUT NOT WITHOUT A FIGHT! , the doctor finally pulled you out with the foreceps or as we call them the giant salad tongs, man did you look pretty scary , sorry but you looked like you were put in a barrel and rolled down the stairs, you had forecep bruises, one on each side of your eyes, and you looked like a cone head. But we still loved you and thought you were the cutest little baby ever! Now 5 years later, as I sit here and listen to you play and run with your little sister, I realize what a true blessing you are to our family. I have learned so many things from you buddy, and the biggest thing I have learned is patience and how sometimes, somethings just aren't worth a fight ;) (snowboots in 100 degree weather or a sucker before breakfast). I have also realized what a sacred blessing it is to be a mother, even though most times I feel like I can be a better mother, I wouldn't trade it for the world. You are special Wyatt, and I love you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEWT!