We celebrated Milo's birthday this weekend! The kid is 7. SEVEN!
How is this all possible...blah blah blah. I say that for every birthday. You think I would finally get it...IT'S POSSIBLE BECAUSE IT'S HAPPENING.
Anywho, I still remember his birth like it was yesterday. He wasn't due until the end of August, but brother felt like July would be a good month to be born. He basically ruined my plan of having everyone in our family get their own birthday month. He was born in mine of course. Rude.
I remember I started having contractions that seemed pretty intense. After visiting with my midwife later that day, she declared that I was not in labor. Great! We still had a date planned that night, so Mr. Anderson and I continued on with it. Complete with a gigantic bean burrito and all. I'm sure you know where I'm going with this one.
All throughout dinner I'm stopping to breathe through contractions. Take a bite, breathe...take another bite, breathe. I keep telling my husband "it's all good! The midwife said I wasn't in labor!"
Well thankfully, I decided to go in late that night to be checked again and sure enough, mama was at a 7.
Time to have a baby! And throw up a bean burrito.
A few short hours later, Milo entered our world. With a full head of hair and no name. It took us a few days to name him, he almost ended up as an Adler Anderson. Cute, but definitely not Milo.
Happy 7th birthday little dude!
We love you and are so thankful you decided to grace us with your presence :)