On this day, last year, at approximately this time (7:10 pm EST), I was complaining to whoever would listen that I was 4 days overdue, so uncomfortable and worried that my son would never be born. I was worried that I would have to be induced again and endure another 28 hour labour like I did with my daughter.
Little did I know that in just 4 short hours, I would be in labour and in just 11 hours, at 6:05 am on December 18, I would be holding my newborn son!
Whoever said that complaining doesn’t get you anywhere was wrong!
Now, it’s a year later and I sit here wondering how my little baby went form this:

To this!


Happy Birthday my sweet boy! I love you and thank God every day you are my son!











