19 Years Ago Today

On Oct. 22, 1987 I went into labour. I was watching my favorite show at the time (Knot's Landing - my God) and pleaded with my husband to wait until it was over until taking me to hospital. There were 15 minutes or so left in the show and he complied, only because I was an unruly bitch who wouldn't take no for an answer. Some 24 hours later, after forceps and specialists and a lot of chaos and commotion, Ty was born. The delivery was completely botched and nearly ended up killing me - I hemorrhaged and was rushed back to emerg a few days after our release, only to endure surgery and massive blood transfusions (I'd lost over half my blood). How could I know that his delivery was a glimpse into what would be Tyler - one of a lot of pushing and pulling and tears and laughter.

An example of a "Tyism" (you all know of "Debism's" by now)....We jammed in a last minute dental appointment for him on Friday, as we were unsure of whether or not his coverage on my ex's plan carried him past 19 (we later learned that it does). As they were completing his cleaning/examination, apparently they informed him that he'd be needing his wisdom teeth out and, knowing that this could be his last "covered" appointment, went out of their way to accomodate us (I've been at this dental office since I was a kid). Ty told me that, while he was in the chair and they were finishing up, they offered to do it that day at 3:00 - "we have an opening then, would you like us to squeeze you in there?". To which he answered, "not really". While he told me of this on the drive home I realized that, being a man of few words, he probably hadn't shown much appreciation for their attempts to help us out. That a thank you probably would have been in order as they don't often book a major appointment like that within the same day - normally we'd wait for at least a month. I suggested to Ty that he should've really thanked them though for being so considerate and suggested he might've been a bit more polite when they were doing their best to help us. To which he replied, "I WAS polite Mom. I really wanted to tell them to go F#$*@ themselves. No WAY are you yanking my teeth out today!". Oh Lord. This is my son, in all his honesty...typical Ty. Love him to pieces, even if he is a little rough around the edges.

Happy birthday son! Love you.