Tomorrow I am having a birthday party for my son's 2nd birthday. The big day isn't until Monday, but we have to have the party a few days early. I can't believe that it's been 2 years since he was born. His due date was actually on March 7th, so he surprised us by being a February baby. I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised because my daughter was born 10 days before her due date. I never knew what it was like to be an overdue mom waiting for the day to come. The only disappointing thing about my son's birthday was that he chose to be born while my midwife was in California visiting her daughter. I got stuck with the most horrible midwife ever! His birth story was not a good one and to this day I'm upset when thinking about it. I often wonder if I would have stayed home, rested and drank water if he would have been born on a different day. Instead I went to the birth center at the hospital and ended up having my water broken by the before mentioned horrible midwife and ended up with a long and horribly painful labor that ended with a totally surprised and unplanned water birth. I'll never forget just looking at him after he was born and not really feeling any emotion. I was so exhausted and traumatized that I couldn't feel anything. My daughter's birth was perfect in my mind and the midwife that delivered her was wonderful! I just couldn't believe how this birth had managed to go so wrong. I was healthy and so was my baby, but it was just such a different experience from before. Oh well, it's been 2 years and I should be over that. What's important is that I have a beautiful little boy who lights up each and every day and he's getting ready to turn two!