Way back 16
years ago when Brayden was a baby complete strangers would stop me to tell me
how cute he was. He was a very happy
baby and really was the cutest thing I had ever seen. I can remember saying, “I can never have
another baby, there’s no way it could be as cute and I would just
compare him/her to Brayden!.”. Well,
turns out that cuteness has happened to me twice. I know that probably sounds like gloating or
that I'm conceited (for lack of a better word) but man, Oliver’s cute. Some days I just look at him and can’t
believe the cuteness, and I remember feeling that way about Brayden too. Of course I have my mommy goggles on but I’m
entitled, aren’t I!?
When I was
pregnant with Brayden I KNEW he was a boy.
I had no doubt at all and even bought blue bedding and accessories for
his room. When the doctor announced, “it’s
a boy!”, I thought to myself, “yah, I know.”.
When I was pregnant with Oliver, I really felt that he was a girl. Or maybe it was wishful thinking. At the time I thought to myself that I have a
son already, a daughter would be nice.
But always in the back of my head I couldn’t help but think of how much I
LOVE baby boys and that if it was a boy, I would be totally OK with it. I don’t know what it is about baby boys (and
all of you mothers of daughters – especially people I know – please don’t take
offence!), I just love them to pieces. I
have a soft spot for them that I can’t explain.
When Oliver was born (by c-section) we asked the doctor and nurses to
let Jason tell me if it was a boy or a girl.
When Jason said “It’s an Oliver” my heart filled with joy and I couldn’t
wait to see and hold my second son.
I may never put pony tails in a little girl's hair or build a dollhouse with a daughter, but I’m so very
lucky to have two sons and I wouldn’t change it for the world!
Brayden - 6 months, August 1996 |
Oliver, 7.5 months, March 2012 |
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