See this big ol' melon head?


This would be Cameron 26 years ago.

Everyone say "Happy birthday, melon head!"


OK, let's compare to a somewhat normal sized baby head (that would be his brother, Casey on the right):


Let's talk about this melon head of his, shall we?

Every time Cameron gives me a headache, I casually mention the fact that I went through 26 hours of HARD labor to bring that head of his into the light of day.

We're not talking about namby pamby labor either, we're talking about induced labor with NO DRUGS.

Ladies, if you've ever had an induced labor, you can attest that it's like going from 0 to 60 in less than a minute. Now multiply that by 26 hours, and you'll get a sense of it. Here's a quote from a website I found:

"The contractions on the pitocin were so intense and so completely different than the normal contractions. They were harsh, sudden and agonizing. I felt like I was utterly out of control and could not stand it." -Gena

Can I get an AMEN, pitocin sisters?

Why no drugs? Well, they wouldn't give them to me because the melon head wasn't making enough effort to get this over with already. Instead, we got more pitocin.

The conversations in my head went something like this:
Bring it on, baby.
Let's get this over with.
Just kill me NOW.
I'm going to do a Cesarean on myself.

Did you notice the little bruises all over his head? That's what happened at the end of those 26 hours of HARD LABOR. Melon head still didn't want to come out, even with forceps.

If you're pregnant, do not continue reading.

Besides being a melon head, he was in the posterior position. The doctor tried over and over again to turn him, but I guess melon head wanted to see what was going on when he came out, rather than face the floor.

If he had his eyes open, he saw quite a show. By the time the doctor figured out that melon head was good and stuck, it was too late for a Cesarean. Melon head entered this world seeing a nurse on top of the delivery table, straddling my big belly, pushing from the top while the doctor pulled with the 'tongs'.

Once melon head was out, the doctor said, "watch out for this one- he's a stubborn one".

I should have had those words tattooed on melon head's cute little baby butt. Truer words have never been said.

That being said, I fell hopelessly in love the moment he was placed in my arms. It was very difficult for me to be away from him for even a minute. This is how we slept for the first couple of weeks until SCROOGE (his dad) finally put his foot down and separated us:


Cameron, every minute of those 26 hours of hard labor, ending with a nurse straddling me while a doctor pulled you out were totally worth it. I'd happily do it again because being your mother has been a honor.

The older you get, the more I love you. That statement amazes me, because I thought I loved you more than life the minute I saw you. Multiply that by millions and that doesn't even come close to how I feel about you now.

Happy birthday, honey. You can't possibly imagine how proud I am of you and how loved you are. It would blow your mind. Trust me on this.