on eleven year old boys


Thank heavens for failed birth control.
No, really.
Thanks, heaven (or you know, whoever).
My son, the littlest one, turned 11 yesterday.
I found out I was pregnant with him after about 9 weeks of feeling ‘not quite right’ and attributing it to the heat, the move, the exhaustion of having a 3 and 1 year old. Anything but the little person growing inside.
I had no period. I was nursing his brother. I was on the pill. I wasn’t trying to have another baby.
I had no idea I was pregnant.
It was hot. We had no air conditioning. We had a swamp cooler. It doesn’t count. If you’ve ever had one, you know what I mean. I was doing dishes one night and found myself hunched over the kitchen sink in a gut wrenching hurl.
I don’t vomit. Like ever.
This is the exact moment I knew that the birth control pill had betrayed me. The next day my suspicions were confirmed. The week after that the poor poor radiologist had to be privy to my near breakdown when I saw that the presumed baby had fingers and toes.
I know what that means. You aren’t a little pregnant ma’am. You are, in fact, a lot pregnant.
I wasn’t ready but he was coming. And sure enough on January 29, 2000 at 8:40 pm this little guy joined us earthside.

I hope this photo conveys the awesome-ness that is this kid.

He loves bugs. Of all kinds. And animals. And mud. And blueberries. And his baby sister.
He plays sax. And drums. And the strings of my heart
He cries when he gets in trouble. And not the “please don’t punish me” kind of cry but the truly sorry kind. Because he is.
He was there when his baby sister was born. And by there I mean THERE. In the room. And by in the room I mean standing right beside me the entire time. The. Entire. Time.
He blew me bubbles.
He sat on the ball (OK he had a PSP but he was sitting there for like 6 hours).
And as Ella was literally coming out of me, he stood behind me and held my shoulders telling me I could do it. Gently encouraging me and saying “you’re DOING IT mom.”
(I cut the bottom off. Because this is a PG site. Also, I’m literally giving birth in this photo. There is a human being coming out of my body. Please forgive my hair.)
OK he used the thermometer like a gun too. I mean, come on, he was 10.
That is my boy.
Damn am I glad that birth control pill failed.

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5 Responses to “on eleven year old boys”
  1. The Great Quiram Adventure says:

    My girl would be 11 tomorrow. O is such a beautiful boy. I loved this!

  2. Sarah--Well Rounded Birth Prep says:

    Sounds like you do have an amazing son. He has my birthday, too. :-)

    What an awesome moment captured, when he was so present at his baby sister's birth.

  3. Joni says:

    Genny… how did I not know that their birthdays were so close? I love you lady.

  4. jfrick78 says:

    love it, I too have an 11 year old boy and he was at 2 of his brothers births….our now 5 year old who was like Ella a water birth baby…awesome experience and our now 3 year old who was suppose to be a water birth experience but turned into more of a birth on the floor experience…oil change style my husband said…withthe midwife's hair spread across the floor bc she had to nearly lay down to catch Corbin….I imagine it was a sight…ok I know it was…lol…..and my 11 year old who at the time was 7 at the time cut the cord and everything…..

  5. The Great Quiram Adventure says:

    Joni…just one of those secrets I keep. I guess I did not say anything because I did not wish pain on your JOY!

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