My son doesn’t get as much talk in this blog as my daughter – as the second child, I guess that’s standard. Unlike my pregnancy with my daughter, which was high-risk and involved bed rest starting at 29 weeks, my pregnancy with my son went full term with no major issues (except of course for that awful itchy case of PUPPPS, which affected only me).
While my daughter was the first grandchild on both kids, my son wasn’t. I always thought of my daughter as the whole family’s baby, as we all so eagerly anticipated her. But, my son was all mine. And, the minute he was born, I loved him more than I ever thought possible.
He had eyes only for me. He was super-cuddly, and always wanted me to hold him. He was such a good baby, asking so little from everyone, but giving so much.
My baby boy turns 3 this week. He’s now much more independent, and is very attached to his daddy. But he’s still very cuddly and very sweet, and he’s still the love of my life.
Happy birthday baby boy!
