It was January 12th of last year when my wife and I were trying to take a nap in our big comfy king sized bed. I may have been asleep when I noticed my wife breathing a bit harder than is normal. After a couple hours passed we decided to go to the hospital. After several hours of Janae's doctor insisting it was false labor he finally agreed it was time for a baby.
I can't remember the exact time Samantha was born, but I'll never forgot how the doctor let Janae hold her longer than he should have, it was great. With Robbie she was completely out, and with Selena it was a quick meeting before they took her back, so it was nice to see Janae spend a quick coupla minutes with the baby.
She was a great baby, and let us sleep a lot. Unfortunately that went out the door when, at 1 month old, she had to go back into the hospital for a bunch of health issues, one of which was RSV, something premature babies get. She was born like a week early, but she was really small (the smallest of all of our kids). Janae spent the entire time at the hospital (for which I will be eternally grateful to her), while I watched the monsters. In the end, she was fine and came back home to us, but I must admit it was the scariest time of my life.
Since then we have had the pleasure of watching Samantha grow, learn, develop her own personality, and I am very proud of who she is becoming. She is standing on her own now, walking with the aide of things around the house, talking (baby talk, which is so cute), and smiling more often than not. She is my Squishy Little Baby, and much like her big sister Selena (and their mother) she already has me wrapped around her tiny little baby fingers.
So to Samantha Lynn Mallory, Happy Birthday!
