The past several years have been a struggle, and you've been put through the ringer; shots, pills, procedures, and surgeries. There were times when I hated you, times I felt betrayed by you, and even times when I was terrified of what you were capable of doing.
But today we are entering our thirty-second year. I say we, because I finally feel a part of you again. After years of infertility I felt disconnected from you, and that's not an experience I would wish on anyone.
Last year on my birthday I wanted to savor where I was in life. This year the word I'm choosing is honor. I want to honor what you've accomplished.
You regulated how I gained pregnancy weight, and have been amazing at losing it afterwards. Not only do I weigh less than I did before I got pregnant, at a recent doctor's visit I was told this is the lightest I've been in years!
You carried our little guy in a pretty textbook (i.e. healthy) pregnancy. You stalled labor when there was a problem (the cord around his neck), and then recovered beautifully from a c-section.
You continue to produce milk - food to feed this little boy - and while there are times I resent pumping, it's an amazing thing you're doing.
So thank you.
Thank you for giving me the most breathtaking son. You've done so much, and this year, I will honor you however I can.
You did it. WE did it.
And I couldn't be more grateful.