There’s things I remember and things I forget…

Today my son turned 5.

This is not unusual. Many people had birthdays today (I know of 4).

I will not bore you with the details of the birthday as they are not particularly relevant to you.

I will go out on a limb here and assume that you yourself have experienced birthdays first hand and therefore understand how the day unfolded.

Here is my point though. I know exactly what I was doing on this day 5 years ago.

I know that he was born at 2:30. I know that I had a C section after being unsuccessfully induced 2 days earlier. I can remember the jokes I made the to the people in the room. They were funny.

I can remember coming out of recovery and seeing my husband holding our son and asking him what our family members had said when he called them. He told me he hadn’t called anyone as he didn’t want to move or put the baby down.

I can remember seeing my Mum’s face when she first saw my son and was amazed that she loved him as much as I did already.

* I am a little bit blurry in the afternoon when they gave me the blue tablet and I had the funky hallucinations.*

I remember things that are medical that I won’t share with you because you really actually don’t want to know.

I remember (when having been awake for 3 days) at 11pm the doctor came into the dark room and asked if there were any heart problems in the family because they had detected a hole in his heart.

I remember the lovely lady sharing the room with me yelling at the same doctor to come back with some facts and a wheel chair to take me to see my baby who was in the special care nursery.

And now he is 5 and big and happy and healthy and my scars are getting fainter and his heart is fine. But I remember everything to the minute.

So, um, how can I not remember to buy Glad Wrap?

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