We called you that because you looked like a potato in the ultrasound picture. An adorable, precious, squirmy, overwhelming potato.
I remember I cried when I found out I was going to have another baby. “How will I ever love another child as much as I love Nia?” I worried. You were a surprise. You were a blessing.
You were due on December 20th. I bought baby’s first Christmas clothes and ornaments. It would technically not be your first Christmas. You arrived on December 27th and not without a dramatic entrance. We finally would find out if Spud was a girl or a boy and – oh yeah – that emergency c-section. You were healthy after a struggle of an arrival and were a boy. We cried out of relief, excitement and love.
Today, six years later, you woke me up with a cuddle and a happy, “Today is my real birthday!”
Yes it is, Spud. And I’m so glad for it.
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