September 13, 2014
The minute hand inched closer to midnight as the contractions escalated in intensity. Everyone in the room knew we were only minutes away from meeting this new little one, but how many minutes was the question.
The middle of September is known as "birthday week" in our family, with 7 birthdays between the 11th and the 17th. Smack in the middle of that week, the 14th of September has always been wide open. The 14th of other months, however is a common birth date among my children and nephews. On the night of September 14th, my parents had 4 of 7 grandchildren with birthdates on the 14th of a month. Would Levi be number 5 of 8?
The suspense was fun, even in the final moments of labor. "You're right on the bubble!" they told me.
Then, at 11:57pm, Levi answered the question by arriving right on his own time-table. The 13th it would be.
So instead of sharing the 14th with his brothers and cousins, he shares September 13th with my great-grandmother, born September 13, 1904. The 13th, nestled in the middle of "birthday week", a birthday memory for 25 years, is new again. I'm thinking Mammaw wouldn't mind sharing with a great-great-grand.
To make things even more special, long before we knew he'd share a birthday, we chose Levi's middle name, Tate - a namesake of his great-great-great grandfather...Mammaw's father-in-law.
So, a special birthday and a special name! It's been a blessed month with this little one! He eats well, sleeps well (for a newborn...come on!) and....he's started smiling. :) It never, ever, gets old. We are in love, one and all, with little Levi. Or, as Daniel says, "baby bee-bye".