Dylan dearest. August 3, 2012
I’m sure even at your young age you know I’m not the norm. You are currently 15 months and 1 day old and I still love watching you grow every single day. I used to hand-write one of these every day on looseleaf and put it in a binder, one for every year of your life, but my condition has been taking me over so much lately to where I can’t write for very long anymore. I am going to keep making these, but I’ll just type it and print it and put it in the binder, and the binders are going to be your 18th birthday present. Your graduation present is going to be in the back pocket of the last binder. (btw for blog people it’s going to be the key to a brand new car.)
Since this is my first online post, I’ll clue in everyone reading this and tell you the story of your birth one more time since when I told it a year ago you were crying and screaming and I was trying to prepare for graduation. Let me start by saying I love being your godmother. I wouldn’t give you up for the world and I never will. I was at the hospital that day you were born. You were born at 2:48am on a Monday morning. I remember getting right in the parking spot at my dance recital the day before you were born then Andrea said “oh my gosh. Kristen, does it look like I peed myself?!” and I nodded my head and Tony screamed “HER WATER BROKE! HOLY SHIT!” and the twins started crying because Tony, Dre, and I were screaming and it was a strange moment. So I took your sisters and went to my dance recital while you, Dre, and Tony went to the hospital. My recital went pretty rough because all I could think about was you but I did have fun.
London and I waited in that hallway for such a long time. It was Sunday night and I had 4 huge tests the next morning so she tested me while we waited for you to be born. Your dad would always run out and scream “HE’S HERE HE’S HERE” and then we would find out we were being pranked. We never really fell asleep but became very delusional from a lack of sleep from the busy weekend. Around 2:00 Tony came running in with his joke and London and I got up and tried to run inside. London hit the wall and got a black eye but I made it through the doorframe. I said “Where’s the baby? Where is he?” and your mom said “I THINK HE’S STILL INSIDE ME BUT HE NEEDS TO GET HIS ASS OUT!” Dylan, I promise she loves you. This is a girl thing. You would know if you had a baby inside of you for nine months. Then we realized it was a joke and decided to sleep in the hallway for the night. About 20 minutes later right when I fell asleep he said “London and Kristen, Andrea is about to start pushing. Our little boy is coming soon!” and I told him “shut up. Tony, I have four tests tomorrow. I need to sleep. Dylan isn’t coming until morning.” Then I heard Andrea yell “Girls he’s coming now!”
London and I got up and we were so ready to see you. We sat on the couch and waited since we thought we were going to throw up, and I remember so well the doctor said “Okay Mrs. Rodriguez, one last push and I think you are going to be able to see your son!” then she took one big breath and pushed and I heard your first cries. It was so beautiful. You were SO disgusting (don’t worry we have all this on video and you will watch it one day little boy!) but that’s how all babies are, you’ll see one day. Hopefully not too soon though! That’s how 6 pound, 11oz, 19in, Dylan Josiah Rodriguez was born.
After you got all cleaned up and got to spend some time with mommy and daddy you got to see me, your FAVORITE godparent! I sat with you for a few minutes then the doctors took you back and I got about 2 hours of sleep. I went to school the next day looking like garbage and failed all four tests. I didn’t even care though, I got to see my baby being born and that’s all that matters. Amy and Brooke adore you so much. You’re their little baby doll. You’re Amy’s little army soldier and Brooke’s cuddle buddy. You’re going to love growing up with your twin sisters!
I treasure every moment I get to spend with you and in a way I’m glad I live with you and your family. My little angel is such a cutie and this story never fails to make me smile. I wish you could see my face right now. I’m actually crying, but we’ll pretend I’m not so emotional. You’re sleeping right now and I’m trying to get the girls to sleep also. So just for you, I’ll turn down my music and get some rest myself so in the morning when you call me I’ll be ready to take on the challenge of Dylan Josiah Rodriguez for one more day.
I love you and I’m glad you’ve given me a name since you can’t say my actual name,
Love forever and always,