Well Tweet, your birthday has arrived. It's 6:00 am on October 24, 2009 and your mother and I are nervously pacing around the house. We have an appointment scheduled for 8:00 am so the doctors can induce labor. We have waited so long for this day, but the timing is nearly ideal.
As your mother mentioned, I've been sick with a cold and pneumonia for three weeks. I haven't had much energy lately. Pneumonia wasn't exactly in our plans for your birthday, but perhaps this can be your first lesson; life is not always in your control. Sometimes life is full of surprises, and not all of them are good.
Luckily however, after the doctors figured out what was wrong with me they were able to prescribe pretty aggressive treatments over the last five days. After seven visits to the doctor, three shots, three oral antibiotics, three cough medicines, an inhaler, a nasal spray, steroids, rest and fluids, I'm feeling pretty spry this morning. I haven't felt this good in weeks. My energy is better than it has been in weeks, and I'm pretty sure your arrival will provide enough adrenaline to get me through the day. Your day. YOUR BIRTHDAY!!!!!
I know your mother has been waiting patiently for me to get healthy and for you to arrive. To be honest, your mother deserves all the credit for bringing us to this day, and we owe her our heartfelt gratitude. She has been amazingly strong throughout this pregnancy. She has carried you for months, all while providing you with nourishment, protection and love. Your mother is an amazing woman Tweet. I can't wait for you to meet her. If you are anything like your father, your mother is going to sweep you off your feet with her kindness, love and sense of humor.
Neither of us slept much last night. We both fell asleep around midnight, tossed and turned all night long, then your mother woke up at 3:30 and I woke up at 4:00. We have been pacing around the house nervously ever since.
Our bags are packed, the house is clean and your room is ready. We are ready for you to come to us Tweet.