Well, Simeon, I woke up New Years morning feeling funny with some cramping. Thinking that this was the start of real labor I cleaned and organized like a maniac. The contractions were not too painful but were getting uncomfortable. Uncomfortable enough that I even stayed home from Mass. Around 2 pm I decided to take a hot bath and, believe it or not, the contractions completely dissapeared. Doh! I was so frustrated, to say the least. I went to bed completely deflated. I really thought you'd be a New Years baby. I then woke up around 10 pm that night with some bonafied, very painful contractions. I sat at the edge of my bed and cried after each one. Shhh, don't tell anyone I did this. I woke John up around Midnight and told him that I think we needed to head to the hospital. I didn't even care if they eventually sent us home. I just wanted to go. Your Uncle Frank came over for the night to be with your brother in the morning. We said a rosary on the way but all I could think about was being sent home. As John checked in at the front desk I labored in the sitting room. I remember feeling embaressed breathing through contractions right there in front of strangers. I probably looked pretty silly hunched over breathing like an elephant.We walked to our triage room, were asked questions, and signed papers. Finally they checked my progression and I was 5-6 cm. I remember asking her if she was going to send me home. She laughed and said, "No, honey. You are here to have a baby". Holy cow was I relieved! By 2 am I had an epidural and were settled into the room. Now, we waited. Unfortunately, the epidural made my blood pressure dip which then brought waves of nausea and vomiting. But, heck, I didn't mind. I was super comfortable overall. By 5:30 am I was fully dialated and the doctor was on her way. And after 3-4 pushes you were born at 6:06 am. I remember looking down to see your sex and was absolutely blown away that you were a boy! I cried with sheer happiness and embraced your warm, tiny body. You have my high cheek bones just like Constantine and you were born with an incredible amount of golden hair. So far, you are a fabulous sleeper, nurser, and pooer. Things that Constantine... were not (sorry buddy).
One last thing, Simeon. I sure hope you like your name. I am a huge fan of The Presentation and always thought St. Simeon was a pretty rad guy. Your middle name, Thomas, is after my dad, your grandfather. A kind and gentle man.