Today is Trent’s 7th birthday. I would like to think that most mothers, like me, are able to relive the day their children are born. It is something I have never forgotten for either of my kids. I can easily close my eyes and recount the events without any problem. My water broke that Saturday morning (June 14, 2003) at 5:30am and he was born at 3:02 that afternoon. It was the day I became a mother and a day I will never forget. And I truly believe it was Trent who saved me.
Trent entered this world six months and one day after my mom left it. Since my mom loved children so much, I always thought it was a cruel irony that she was so close to meeting her first grandchild. My mom was my very best friend and after her death my grief was somehow lightened by the refocusing on the fact that Trent was on his way. And, when he was born I had this little person who needed me as much as I had needed her. I wasn't able to sit around and think about how much I missed her because I had him.
Trent was three months and five days old when I was diagnosed with cancer. In some ways I feel like he was cheated because during his first year because I was so sick. There were mornings when I would hear him over the baby monitor and I would just pray that somehow I could peel myself out of bed and make it until naptime. Then there were days when I would prop him in his high chair and sit him just outside the bathroom door so he could still see me. We would be that way for hours. Me singing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' with my head hanging in the toilet. My job was to take care of Trent and that is all I did. Brad did the housework, the laundry, made the meals, tended to the pets, and looked after the building of our new house. Without Trent, I would have spent that year in bed, feeling sorry for myself. But I couldn't because I had him.
I cannot believe that he is seven! How much we have both grown in the past seven years and how I look forward to spending more birthdays with him! Happy Birthday!
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