anyway, i can't remember if i've said exactly what happened when carter was born. his birth was not nearly as drama filled as kindra's, but it still was not "simple". something about me and a "delivery date" just does not go.....
the weekend before he was born, we had been down at lake mead and las vegas for the supercross race. i began to get extremely bloated but thought that it was because of the heat. we got home and i went to bed with the worst headache ever. again i thought that it had been caused from the stress of travel but it was still around when i woke up. luckily that afternoon, i had a doctors apt so i remember waking up, getting in the shower, pulling my wet hair back, putting comfy clothes on, and headed up to slc to the doctor.
as soon as they got me checked in and checked my blood pressure, they knew that something was not right. they took it again while also checking the protein in my urine, which was also high, hence the horrible headache. they hurried me in to a room and the doctor immediately came in and said "well, it looks like your son wants to come early. you need to go right up to lds hospital and check in because we're going to have to do an emergency c section". yeah. i freaked out. my due date was not for 2 months, i didn't have an overnight bag, i didn't look cute for those perfect delivery pics lol, and i didn't even have my husband with me. yeah. freaking out. i ran right out, called and picked up trevor, and headed up to the hospital. i specifically remember saying "i'm not ready for this. i'm not ready to have this baby" but it did no good. the nurses did everything possible to see if i could wait as long as my body could without having to deliver carter but that too did not work. the next afternoon, my emergency c section was scheduled. the main nurse, who ended up being my favorite, was getting so annoyed because there were so many friends and family there to see me and it was causing my blood pressure to sky rocket. lol. "c section party in terry's room" thomas kept saying.
the minute the anesthesiologist came in to give me the epidural, i began bawling. i was so scared. i knew that it was going to be death pain. i guess the bloating fatness helped cause it did not hurt at all. phew....but i was still scared to death. the next thing i remember was being woken up when someone turned on the lights in my room. all i wanted to do was sleep so i was a little bitchy i'm afraid. lol shocking huh?!? i was so surprised that it was over. it seemed like only seconds. a few minutes later they brought in carter who was to remain nameless for a few weeks. i wanted hayden or daxton and trevor wanted conner but none of those names fit.
carter was perfect. i thought he was perfect. he had a perfectly rounded head. his nose was a perfect "sainsbury" nose. he was so petite and he looked like a little man. all i could do was giggle with excitement.
i went home and it was like a miracle cure. it's like the bloated water gain fat literally melted away and i was my "normal" body self again. i was so freaking happy and ready to handle the commute back and forth to the hospital that would last for exactly one month. between the 3rd and 4th week, every time i left the hospital, i cried like a baby. i wanted him home so bad and it was like leaving half of me at the nicu every time. i did not feel whole without him.
finally on june 24, 2001, carter came home. best. day. ever.
and for funny....here's a few flashback pics :)
Carter James Corbridge 3lbs 7oz May 24, 2001
now, you know how serious I am when it comes to my movie going? so of course I
had to install those same emotions into my son so this is a picture of
his first movie ever!
so fast forward eleven years. birthdays are always great to reflect on the events or milestones that you and your children have experienced together. it really makes you appreciate and realize just how far you've come. i love my son...of course i love my son and i could not imagine life without him. he is my "jobber" and my "helper of america". he loves "projects" like his mom does and he'll always be game to take on a new one! i love our nightly routine of saying "i love you...don't let the bed bugs bite", his silly questions that he asks at night, and the muffled "i love you" that he declares from underneath his blankets.
"oh carter, my little bubby. i love you so much!"
my new tattoo, er my new branding. when i tried to avoid the hit, my arm was obviously on the wheel, and the airbag went off, exploding the 
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