3 years ago today, we nearly lost a baby. Actually, about 7 months before that day, we nearly lost a baby. Our specialist told us that we were going to miscarry for the 5th time. I still remember that day very clearly. We decided that day to adopt actually. A few days later, our doctor told us he might be wrong. 7 months later, we were in labor and Drew had the cord wrapped around his neck two times. His cord was cut before he was actually born, something that rarely happens but was necessary as he was in such distress. When he was born, he had been deprived of oxygen and was unconscious and blue. He was quickly resuscitated though and then all was fine. What a strange day that was, such a roller coaster of emotions. Now, 3 years later, our crazy little man had his 3rd birthday. It wasn’t nearly as eventful as birthdays normally are around here since I’m still pretty much a wreck. But, he didn’t care. His door was decorated. He got to wear a special “3” shirt. He got a cookie cake. And, of course, he got presents. So, it was a good day. The highlight gifts were his Indiana Jones whip–the only gift he asked for–and his Indiana Jones hat, a yard sale find I picked up for $1.50. He may actually wear this thing everyday. We’ll see.

Scene: Mark and the kids watching me approach in all my glory–bandage around my neck and a barely audible voice.