Eighteen years ago I was due to have a baby on December 2nd, but I didnt want to be in the hospital when Matt celebrated his 10th birthday, so I asked the doctor to let me go into labor naturally. She agreed, until December 10th rolled around and she expressed her concern with the placenta getting old and causing issues with the delivery. So I checked myself into the hospital that night and they induced my labor. It was long and hard and painful. (I think, I cant really remember) lol After 13 hours of hard labor the doctors gave me a choice to continue to stay in labor until your stubborn ass decided to be born or have a Cesarean Section. Well, this was not my first rodeo, so I opted for the birth I was familiar with, c-section. During my pregnancy I went to a funeral of a baby who was 7 months old who had died of sids so when you were viciously cut out of my womb I knew you were going to take a breath to gain your body and then slip away and return to our Heavenly Father. The nurses were cleaning you up and I was crying hysterically and a nurse asked if I was okay, and I asked, When is she going to die? The nurse assured me that you were perfectly healthy and then brought you over to me and placed you in my arms. You were perfect. My beautiful baby. As a baby you were an angel and it was so easy having three children. Then, you started walking and became hell on wheels, the Spawn of Satan and remained a hellion for a few years. My little tom boy who was always uncomfortable in her body and dressed like a boy. You came to me just a few years back and told me you wanted to be a man. I will support you in that. Now that you are 18 you can legally get that started as YOUR CHOICE. I know God does not make mistakes and He made all sorts of people so we could all learn to love one another. He chose you to be different because He knew you would be strong enough to handle it. He gave YOU a very STRONG self-esteem to face society with being different, not caring what they think. That is one of the many reasons I love you. You grew up and became the sweetest and most kind hearted and giving young man. You strive to help others in need without a concern of getting paid back. You are talented and work hard to build your talents. You love deeper than most people I know. You love unselfishly and hurt deeply when people hurt you, but you are strong enough to move on and keep living life and embrace the beauty of it. Two months ago you moved out of my house and moved in with friends. Most kids still dont grow up when they move with friends, but you have matured so much in two months and are becoming a strong(er) and more independent young man. I am so very proud of you for becoming who you are. Now that I look back on life, no wonder you were so unhappy and I thought you were the Spawn of Satan if you knew back then that you were trapped in a body that you didnt belong. Like that show we watched, It is like being trapped in a burning building and you cant escape. I love you for who you are, and always will, no matter what gender you are. Happy Birthday, Bobby, I love you so very much. #ProudMamma #MyBabyIs18 #DamnImOld
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 19:31:54 +0000