Like some moms who have those best friends that have turned
lifers, I have a second set of children. (4 under 4!...Well technically almost
5 in age) My “Second Son”, Little Man, was born almost exactly 6 months after
Lime. They were supposed to grow up together and be best friends as soon as I
found out that Baby Girl was who I thought she was, KM (Little Man’s mom) and I
started planning their wedding.
I was devastated when I realized I wouldn’t be able to be
there for Little Man’s first birthday.
Even though I did my own little party with cupcakes and happy birthday
it wasn’t the same. I didn’t accept that life was moving on without me.
I still remember the day he was born. I was woken up by the
normal 8 am text from KM, this time it wasn’t talking about Rah Rah but” WOW!!
Little Man has dropped” I immediately got Lime and myself ready and headed over
to see. Later that afternoon of nothing
out the norm, everyone loaded up to go to a birthday party for a friend’s
daughter (who is almost exactly 6 months older than Lime) and enjoyed the
party. I kept looking at KM expecting to witness the contractions. (I had been
on watch for several weeks because just like my bio kids Little man wanted to
escape early) Nothing happened, I was kind of bummed. I was so excited to meet my baby boy, I
didn’t want to wait to hold him or kiss him. After the party I went home and
packed a little bag of my own, just in case. I was going to be staying with Rah
Rah while Little man was born. I got the call about 9:00 “can you come and sit
with KM while I get gas” After I got there it was “so we are going in” That night I didn’t sleep, you see Rah Rah
was born in about 8 hours and I was expecting even less this go round. I woke
up about every two hours checking my phone. The next call didn’t come until 6
when Rah Rah was waking up. No baby. The next phone call was a little after 12:00
and I rushed there to meet my baby and made the nurses nervous. (They knew me
from the escape attempt)
I have such a special connection with my Little Man, I was
the first one to hold him besides his mommy and daddy, I’m the one who could
comfort him when no one else could. I have the magical couch that when our
little nap pirate showed up and Little Man refused to nap, he would fall right
to sleep and slept for hours, (Always watched and someone sitting right to him)
and he sends me text messages when he is able to steal his mommy’s phone. I
have missed so much in his life that no mommy, no matter how you became the
mom, should miss. I’m 3,000 miles away from my son, in this past year he has started,
walking and really talking. I have missed him moving from his home to a brand
new place and all the small moments in-between. I miss my son (and duh! My daughter)
Happy Birthday Little Man, I Love you SO much.