The boys

On Thursday Scott will be 28 and on Saturday Kyle will be 17. I was only 22 when I had Scott and I grew up as he grew up. Jerry was away on a lot of TDY's when Scott was little so it was just Scott and I a lot of the time. This beautiful red head child has grown into a very handsome man. My fondest memory of Scott is when he was sitting on his toy box in a diaper and blue tshirt with his hair a mass of curls, just wild and he is grinning from ear to ear. There is something very special about your first born. And then 11 years later I had Kyle. Yes, the same father. I get asked that question all the time and then the rude question of "was he planned". Yes, he was planned, he was planned for a long time, it just took me 7 years to get pregnant. It is amazing the questions people will ask you. And it is usually asked by people who really don't know me because the people who really know me know how it was trying to get pregnant and how many home pregnancy tests I took and how depressed I would get each month when I would get my period. And I calmly answer these stupid people's questions as best as I can instead of spewing "It's none of your fucking business". Kyle was my miracle baby because I thought I would never get pregnant again. I didn't do the fertility drug thing, just the old fashion way. Kyle was due on Scott's birthday but we wanted Scott to have his birthday to be his so we scheduled Kyle's birth to be on the 13th. Yes, I could do this because he was a scheduled C section. Scott was a C section so they went ahead and scheduled Kyle to be one too. I will never forget the sound of Kyle crying when they took him out of me. When I heard that I knew that he was okay. This time Jerry was there with me, they wouldn't let Jerry be there for Scott, and he was able to carry Kyle into the room where they clean him up. I was completely out of it for awhile because they tied my tubes after that. When I woke up I was in this beautiful private room with a brass basinette and Kyle in the thingy they put the babies in. I am sure that there is a technical word for this thing but I have no idea what it is. For some reason I refused to let them take him to the nursery. I was sure that he was going to get switched with another baby or stolen or something. Drugs do strange things to your brain. So I kept him in the room with me at all times. I was in there for 3 days since he was a C section. Once home Scott was such a big help to me. Since he was 11 he could help me with Kyle a lot. My favorite memory of Kyle was when he was about 2 and he is wearing his yellow footed zip up the front pjs, he is in the kitchen carrying Jerry's large grey lunch box with one of his feet in his one of Jerry's boots. I loved it when he would wake up from a nap, come out of his room with his cheeks still pink from napping and be so warm and with blankie in tow would curl up on the couch with me. Just a few minutes of snuggle time before he was off and running.
These two boys are so different from each other. You would think they had different parents. But they are our boys and they carry a piece of each of us in them. Happy Birth Day Scott and Kyle. We love you.