But alas this day has arrived. I spent last night and today thinking back to the those final days before Peyton arrived. In true fashion to his personality today, he decided to arrive late. He was due on the 6th and since there wasn't much sign of him coming, I was to be induced. I was trying to remember all that was going through my head that night before I knew I was going to have a baby. We found out Peyton was coming shortly after we were married, much sooner than we originally thought we would be starting a family. I was very excited to be pregnant, and soon realized it was not how I thought it was going to go. I was SO sick, the WHOLE time. I definitely did not think about keeping that baby inside me that last night, I did not long to still have a baby kicking inside me. But I also remember feeling very content and ready to meet our first little one.
As terrible of a pregnancy I had, I had a wonderful labour. I often joke that I don't want to be pregnant again, but I would labour for anyone. Peyton arrived at 9.14pm weighing 8lbs 5oz. We were elated to have a boy and he started our family. Little did we know where we would be 6 years later.
Peyton is a fantastic boy. As I mentioned, he is not always the fastest moving kid...but that's because his little brain is always working. He loves to read and is exceptional at math. He currently attends a French Immersion school and is coming along in his French. He loves to play with Carter, for right now they are very good friends. He loves Star Wars, having battles with his light sabres and drawing all the characters. He has recently started skating lessons, and is doing fantastic. I love watching his determination, and succeed.
He is a perfect first boy, and I love watching him grow and seeing him become a real boy.
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