We headed to the hospital on Monday, December 9 to be
induced. I was ready. Apparently, Cain was not. After 25 fun-filled hours of non-progressing
labor, my OB decided it was in the best interest of everyone to do a cesarean
birth. Chuck was on board – “whatever we
gotta do” is and always has been his motto.
He always says to me “if it’s not working, you have to make an
adjustment.” In this case, labor wasn’t working
for me. So, there we went into the
operating room. Cain was born on
Tuesday, December 10, 2013 at 5:59 pm.
From the moment I looked into his little blue eyes, I knew that my life
was never going to be the same.
Fast-forward 2 ½ years and here we are. Cain is happy go-luck little boy who at times
is so intense it kind of frightens me.
He wants what he wants and sometimes there is no reasoning with
him. Call it terrible two’s, call it
being a boy – I call him his father’s son … yep, I’m screwed. (ha)
Cain hit all of his developmental milestones like a
boss. He was sitting up at 3 months, began
eating solid foods around 3 ½ months old and started walking at 10 months. I guess I should have expected it. He was too busy moving and getting into stuff
to start talking..
We started getting concerned with speech around 2. He was only saying a couple words. He taught himself how to get things on his
own. He wants grapes; he will drag a
chair to the fridge and get the grapes himself.
He’s resilient. Shortly after his
2nd birthday, we got him enrolled in Ohio’s Help Me Grow Early
Intervention program. A speech therapist
comes to our house once a week or every couple of weeks.
At his 2 ½ year checkup, the doctor (I use that term loosely
– I’ll explain in a more in-depth post) wanted us to get an evaluation/diagnosis
through Children’s. And here we are
today ... raising Cain.
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