Sunday, January 29, 2006

I am not old...

Jasmine turned 6 today. I feel old. We went to Chuck E. Cheese and will be going to McDonald's tonight for the big party. I still remember when she was so small she fit in the palm of my hand. Now her head won't even fit in the palm of my hand. I was 21 when she was born. Now I am 27.

I have grown my goatee out which is close to the facial hair configuration I had the day she was born. The only reason I even remember that is moments after she was born she reached for my face with her tiny hand and touched my chin. The first sensation she felt was daddy's beard. She was premature and only weighed 5 pounds 6 ounces. She literally shot out of her mother so fast the doctor had left the room and I had to catch along with a frantic nurse. She was then whisked away by the neo-natal ICU staff because her lungs weren't fully developed and the oxygen in her blood was WAY too low. The whole night I sat by her bed in the ICU with her tiny hand wrapped around my finger. I only left the next day when the nurses checked her oxygen and assured me she was out of the woods. Now, six years later, she is a thriving social butterfly. I'd post more but I have to take her to McDonald's now...and then her wedding...kids grow up too fast.

4 comments:

Brock Neilson said...

What a post!

Miachael, have you ever considered writing a book? It sounds like you would have a lot to put into it.

Happy Birthday to Jasmine and congragulations on the goatee.

Michael J. Clarkson, Jr. said...

I actually have Brock. In fact somewhere in my recent archives I posted some samples of various book styles for everyone to vote on. I think it was a couple of months ago. I haven't had time to take it beyond that since. I might just haave to buckle down and crank out a chapter or two one of these days.

Angel said...

Happy belated birthday, Jasmine. She's 6 already, eh? Damn - time sure flies. I remember when little miss thang was only a toddler. Whew!

- Rev_Sapphire

PooPooCup said...

Kids...
Funny how your post was utterly depressing and joyful at the same time. At least, for me. Just four monts ago, I gave birth. Now the little poop is shimmying on his tummy and biting me. You reminded me of his birth (happy)yet made me realize that he will eventually grow up (boo hiss).
Oh well. For now I will gobble him up and hope he thinks I am cool enough to hang out with when he's older.
6 years...wow.