(A few hours old)I was sitting on the super uncomfortable black futon in our basement, watching reruns of 'Everybody Loves Raymond' on DVD, snuggling with a very sick 2 year old Clayton, and timing my increasingly painful contractions. I wasn't due for another three days, but I had a feeling that November 30th was going to be the day that my 2nd child was planning on making his debut. I remember calling the doctor's office when my contractions were about 5 minutes apart and having them tell me to 'take a warm bath and call again when the contractions were too painful to bear'. I remember being really angry at my doctor's office and wondering if it was too late to switch. Thankfully, as soon as I hung up the phone (seriously, it wasn't even 5 minutes later), my water broke. I called the doctor again and was, this time, given permission to go to the hospital. I remember calling Justin at school and having him and Rick come home together. Justin, to take me to the hospital, and Rick to stay with poor sick Clayton (Rick, that meant so much to me - you have no idea). I remember the ride to the hospital. I remember refusing the wheelchair and about 2 minutes later regretting that decision. I remember getting to the hospital room, asking for an epidural and receiving it. The epidural they gave me in VT wasn't nearly as strong as the one I'd had in NV with Clayton and I remember thinking, 'shouldn't I be completely numb?' I remember feeling ready to push and having my nurse tell me that it wasn't time yet. I also remember telling her that I was GOING to push and she either needed to get in the 'catcher's position' or go get the doctor. She sighed, checked me, and gasped. She confirmed that I was, in fact, ready to push and that she'd go get my doctor. I remember that when the doctor walked in I was really bummed out (there were 4 doctors in the practice I went to and she was the one I really didn't like). I remember pushing and hating every second of it (interestingly, he's my only child that I had to push with). I remember seeing him for the first time and thinking about how perfect he was, how much I loved him, and how much he looked like his big brother already!
(10 months)Over the past four years that feeling of love that I had at Noah's birth has grown into something I can't explain. Noah is wonderful. Sometimes I feel a little sad for him because he's sandwiched in between Clayton, who commands attention because he's so outgoing and smart and Josie, who commands attention because she's the girl and the baby. However, when I look at Noah, I know that he's right where he's supposed to be. He adores his big brother. He wants to be just like Clayton and do everything that Clayton does. He usually doesn't have much of a problem letting Clayton take the lead. He's also a great big brother to Josie. I love to see him play with her when he doesn't know I'm watching. Of my boys I think that Noah will be the more protective brother bear.
(1 year)At four years old, here are a few fun facts about my Noah:
-He's so sweet. He still loves to snuggle with me. He is always asking to hold my hand, even when we're just walking around the house! He's so affectionate, always giving hugs and sweet compliments.
-He's incredibly stubborn. Sometimes it's good and sometimes it's not.
-Of all my children, he has the best appitite. He'll eat just about anything. He loves fruits and veggies.
-He's smart. We were driving in the car the other day and Noah just started counting by 10's up to 100. Sometimes I don't appreciate how smart he is because Clayton usually gets all the attention in that department, but Noah has some good brains in him!
-He's artistic. I love to see the pictures he draws. He's pretty good too!
-He's a good little singer. He sings all day long. His voice is so sweet.
-He's a goofball. He loves to be silly and he'll do just about anything for a laugh.
-He's outgoing. He can turn on the charm and make friends anywhere.
-He loves animals. He's so good with Disco. Sometimes I think he'd make a great vet.
-He's easily excited. It doesn't take much to make him happy. All I have to do is tell him that it's a special day and that makes him excited. Sometimes a 'special day' just means that it's Wednesday, but it doesn't matter to him. He'll find a way to make it special!
-He's tough. Physically and emotionally. He can take quite a bit for someone his age.
(2 years)I can't believe it's been four years. I love my sweet Noah Ben and honestly don't want him to grow up! Three was a trying age with him, but there were so many things I loved about it. I hate to let that go. I love Noah so much. I cannot imagine our family without him, he adds so much to our home! I love you Noah, I'm sad that you're growing up, but I can't wait to see who you grow up to be!
Since this post is a little long, I'll do a birthday celebration post later. I will say though, it was a fun day.
(Today: 4 years old!)


















































