Still Undecided

Sweet Baby Boy

Soon, 9 months had passed and my due date had come and went. I was 42 weeks but I was firm believer in letting the baby bake until he or she was ready to come into the world, so if that meant going 2 weeks past my due date, then that's what it meant. I was also a firm believer in natural birth, which meant no epidurals, no matter how badly I was hurting. I was just reaching the 43 week stretch when my water finally broke. Mackenzie dropped everything, cancelled his concerts for the next 3 weeks and drove me to the hospital. "It's a boy!", the doctor exclaimed as I pushed my final push and out he came. Our precious son was finally here. After 9 long months, after what seemed like 9 years, our sweet, 6 lb. 2 oz and 21 inches long baby boy had finally arrived. Mackenzie kissed my forehead and I was just starting to fall asleep when the people who made up the birth certificate came in. "Do we have a name yet?", the lady asked me, holding her pen. "Stephen. Stephen James Bourg", Mackenzie told her, since that is the name we had previously agreed on. Or the name Mackenzie had convinced me of after a ton of begging and pleading, rather. The woman filled out the certificate, congratulated us  and left the room. My head barely hit the hospital bed pillow before I had drifted off to sleep.