One more sleep

and it's the boy's birthday. I still remember his birth, and break into a sweat when I think of it. We were 10 minutes away from dying, he came out the sunroof ;)

When I think back to how hard carrying him was, my time of labour (they don't call it work for nothing) that lasted from Wednesday afternoon until Saturday morning, I know there's only one child in me, and here he is. It took them nearly three days to kill me, and if it wasn't for my tipuna, we would both have been buried in a cold, unforgiving country on the other side of the world. Yet they prevailed, and we lived.

My light, my heart, my taonga.

Amazing