Dear Beka,
Yesterday was my birthday. Honestly it was pretty boring day, woke up at 6:30 and went to work. Had a great lunch in a gas station and tried to get my mom to eat Sushi...at least she liked the Boba. But yesterday was best birthday I have ever had.
Right now it is a little before 6 am. Nixon has slept pretty well but has decided (or not decided, maybe he does not have a lot of choice in this) to have irrational timing when he poos. Seems like as soon as you remove the diaper he decides it’s a little too cold and is time to pull the trigger and unload.
You have just spent the last 5 mins trying to salvage the blanket somewhat so you don’t have to wash it again. He is only 13 days old and his blankets and clothes are starting to lose their color.
This has become the established routine in our tiny 600 square foot apartment. Sacrificing a lot of "our" time, energy, sleep, and bodies for this little guy. However it is not "ours" it is "yours". I may do my best and help out where I can, but a dad can only do so much. To watch you give and give and give to this little guy truly amazes me.
From the day we moved to Texas you have been sacrificing for him. As soon as we moved here you were in a new place without family or friends (we have a lot of friends now...we are pretty cool), you found yourself in transition phase. Finding it difficult to start a new job, because it would only be temporary, you were left alone, in a new place, looking like the lazy wife (at least in your eyes) who didn't want to work.
Fortunately you were blessed to find an awesome family to nanny for. M, T, & Z couldn't have been better for you. They were good friends and the timing was perfect.
Pregnancy wasn't bad. You were not sick, no complications, things were pretty good. But nonetheless it is still hard for you or any woman to go through the changes of pregnancy. Up going pee 7 times a night, start getting weird aches and pains, stomach slowly continues to grow until it looks like you are carrying a basketball up your shirt (I am not over representing that), the skin on your stomach getting stretched so thin that only way your body knows how to react is to break out in this unusual rash that itches so bad that no medical ointment or homemade remedy could relieve.
To go through labor, delivery, and now recovery.
You were poked and prodded, checked and re-checked, dilated to only have a c-section anyways.
Now you are recovering. Doing everything you can to get your body to work the way it used to. I swear you almost broke the headboard the other night. You needed to sit up to feed Nixon and they only way you could, was to grab the headboard above you and pull yourself up. I am sure that made you cramp up in some weird place right underneath your armpit. You have been up and down around the clock feeding him, changing his diaper, and talking to him.
You have done all this with tears in your eyes, some from crying and some from laughing.
You have done all this for us.
Thank you for all you have done and all you will do. Thank you for the best birthday ever.
Much Much Love,
Andrew James
Yes yes. Pictures are coming soon
P.S. - Happy Birthday Karl Malone
