Today is Isaiah's birthday. I am a creature of habit and always order the same cake every time changing only the decorations - white cake with whipped white frosting. I always order the cake from the exact same place. No one in our extended family likes this cake so we were going to have the cake at home, after lunch.
I walked into the store with my son, wearing his super hero costume he got for his birthday and went to the bakery. I got the ice cream and told the lady which cake I needed to pick up. She brought it out and it was bigger than it was supposed to be. I told her that. The bakery manager was super nice and let me have the bigger cake at the cheaper price. We took the cake home and headed to lunch.
After lunch we came home and went to cut the cake. I noticed it was traditional icing which I cannot stand. I called the bakery back and they said they'd make me another one. I sent John to pick it up and left the house to meet him on his way to work. I got the cake and went home. We sang happy birthday again and I cut the bigger cake for the kids. When I cut into the smaller (new) cake I found that it was chocolate. At this point I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Two different cake and I still didn't get a piece. I called to ask a friend if they wanted some of the massive amounts of cake. She declined so I called Stephanie. Sure, she wanted some. I went to get diapers to change the littles. All of a sudden, I here something fall. My sweet little princess, who has been having birthday envy since April decided to throw the cake on the floor. It fell out of the box and landed icing first on the floor.
Despite all of this, Isaiah had a fantastic birthday. I cannot believe my baby is 3. It seemed like just yesterday I was waiting to hold him. We knew about him for almost a week before we were able to pick him up from the hospital. After an unexpected complication, he ended up in the NICU. I am so thankful for the staff that took care of my baby. The first night, I arrived at the hospital and I held him for the longest time. Because he was in the NICU, I had to spend the night at the hospital doing all of his care before they would release him. I sat and snuggled with him for hours. Later that evening, my sister Kathy brought me a bite to eat and she held him for over an hour. After that it was just me and him again. I will never forget our ride home. He scared me to death. He didn't like his carseat. I hadn't gotten even half way home before I had to stop and check on him. Those first few months, his cry sounded like a little cat's cry. It freaked me out. After that I made it home.
I will never forget the first time, he met Liana. John had all 4 of the other kids while I was at the hospital. Liana was excited to see Mama until she noticed what I had in my arms. She was in her high chair eating lunch. I held Isaiah up for her to see. She took one look at him and burst into tears. She couldn't understand why Mama brought another baby home. I laughed until I cried. After she realized that Mama and Daddy had enough love for all of them, she latched on to him and became Mama Hen. Every night before bed, she had to hold him. It got to the point where he'd arch his back and knock her over. She still insisted on holding him before bed, though. All of the kids loved him, but he's always been Liana's little doll.
Isaiah, I love you so much. I am so glad God chose me to be your mama. You are my little ray of sunshine. Happy Birthday, Baby Boy!
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