bumper

I am 51 years old. My son is 36 years younger than me. He just had his birthday a few days ago and in a year he will be driving. At my age my mother's father was a grandfather 4 times over. We thought we didn't have a shot in heck of having this kid. Well, maybe not. We had been married ten years and lived through so many disappointments that when it finally happened it was unbelievable. Once conceived this kid gave us no end of trouble from day one and it still hasn't stopped. We found out on my birthday...what a heck of a birthday present I got! The pregnancy was troubled and tortured and I don't think there was one week end (or week night) we weren't at the hospital with Bakelady's high blood pressure. After eight months of in and out of the hospital the doctors thought there was something wrong. Suddenly we found we had to go to St Elizabeth's hospital. Did they send the wife by ambulance? No. Radiopapa had to drive to the hospital for the emergency ultra sound; after several miles the husband found he was going the wrong way down the Mass turnpike only to turn around at the rest plaza and beat feet back the opposite way to the hospital where the attending physician was waiting to do an emergency ultrasound. Everything ok. And now we took up residency for two weeks at our new home of St Elizabeth's. Just like his mother he was very indecisive, couldn't make up his mind whether to come out. Then one night in March the evening ultrasound wasn't going too well, again there was no movement. Against the odds and with Mom's bp 165/115 the decision was made and Bumper entered the world. 4 and a half pounds and so small premie clothes didn't fit but healthy just the same.
I am 51 years old. My son is 36 years younger than me. And my life started over 15 years ago.
Happy Birthday, Bump