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Happy Birthday Rodger!!


It's my baby boy's birthday. He goes by many names, James, Rodger, Raja, Jaja, Grizzly Jim, Buddy. He is an awesome man, though I still see him as my baby. He has amazing talent in the behind the scenes theatre; those who have seen him work truly appreciate that talent. He has grown up being the boy in the family. After his dad died, he was truly left alone in a sea of estrogen. I truly feel that it has made him the awesome man that he is - because I feel he has a great knowledge of how to deal with women.

I have talked about the days that his sisters were born, so in all fairness, you're going to have to listen to about the time Raja was born. As with his sister's birth, Raja was about the same. Lots of early labor and such. I didn't have an ultra sound with him until shortly before he was born. I finally got one because we weren't sure when we were really due, so they wanted a more accurate date. They told me he was a boy, but, since them telling me what I was carrying was new to me, I wasn't sure how accurate it was. However, since he was really close to being born - he was showing his goods in all their glory. They determined I was due in about three weeks - we thought I was due in six. So, the doctor said we wouldn't do anything to stop his birth anymore. So, about three weeks later, when I was having contractions, we went in and they decided I was dialated to about a two and would keep me. Of course, it just stopped. So my doctor in the morning decided they would go ahead and induce. So the pitocin was started around 9:00. After having blocks with my girls, I decided this time I was not dealing with that pain. I wanted an epidural and at about 10:30, I decided I wanted someone to come give me one. Well, it took about an hour for an anesthesiologist to get in and take care of that for me. So, he started doing what he was supposed to do and I told them that the baby was coming. The nurse kind of patted me on the hand and assured me the baby was not coming. I assured the nurse that the baby WAS coming and when she looked, what did she find, but A HEAD!! So, they finished the epidural QUICKLY and rolled me to the delivery room and then realized they forgot to call my doctor - good thing he was just down the street!! My baby boy was delivered at noon straight up at 8 pound 5 ounces.

After he was born, they did their normal tests and determined that the ultra sound was wrong and my original due date was correct. He was actually just a large baby and was born three weeks early. I always think about how big he would have been if he had been incubated three more weeks - 10 pounds?? 11 pounds?? Holy cow!!

I just want my baby boy to know, grown man that he is, that I find him to be an awesome and incredible man. He is sweet, kind and adorable. He is extremely, tightly wrapped around my heart. I love you so very much.

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