It was a beautiful, clear Friday afternoon, a week before our son was due when my husband, TJ and I went out shopping. Suddenly a painful contraction stopped me dead in my tracks. I recall thinking that these Braxton Hicks are surely becoming challenging. I still had a photo shoot as well as a dinner meeting scheduled for the next week. I knew most first time babies are about a week late -especially if he is anything like his Mom.
Around 11pm we were doing our grocery shopping when things were speeding up. In the cereal isle I had one contraction but by the time we got to the soup it already progressed to two. The ice-cream isle was met with three and it was somewhere between the cheesecake and the ice pops when the realization slowly dawned on me; my son just may have his father’s genes and be early after all. By this time TJ already started timing. I was still adamant about completing our shopping, but thankfully my more sensible hubby finally convinced me getting out of there is more important than the dishwashing liquid or the bath tissue.
On August 15th, after another 16 hours of peaceful labor our son Aidan was born.
I would never have imagined that one could feel so much love for such a tiny person. My world has changed completely.