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September 01, 2008

Labor Day...Literally

2 It was September 4, 2005 and I was nine months pregnant, wobbling all over the place and waiting for my son to make his big arrival. My mom, cousin and cousin's then boyfriend came over to visit me and the husband for a while and they brought crabs. You know, nothing says "we're celebrating Labor Day weekend" like crabs. After eating we walked down to my community's pool where Mr. Leroy, the star of the neighborhood, was strumming his guitar poolside and singing his slightly popular songs about fried chicken wings, all the women he's ever dated in his life and giving shout outs to various areas in DC.

You had to be there to believe it.

Oh, Mr. Leroy had entertained us big time. I was cracking up laughing, almost to the point where I wanted to just fall out flat on the ground and sorta roll with laughter, but since I was toting a humongous belly I thought better than to actually have my unborn child on the pavement.

After spending a little time with Mr. Leroy and enjoying his concert/comedy hour, we came back in and decided to just chill and after a while the husband decided to get some real food because crabs simply don't make a meal. He ran across the bridge to get our dinner and came back with with a soul food mother lode. I'm talking barbecued ribs that would wanna make you smack yo' mama, the cheesiest macaroni and cheese ever, and some collard greens topped off with a little cornbread on the side.

Hey, I was eating for two!

My neighbors (Mr. Leroy and family) had invited us to a cookout and as good as the music was sounding, I just couldn't make a move to join them. I told the husband that I'd have to sit that celebration out and just zone out on the couch and watch television instead. And besides being tired, I had the worse stomachache ever.

The husband fell asleep next to me on the couch and I sat there wondering what to do about my stomach pains. Maybe all those crabs and all of the other goodness I'd eaten hadn't been such a great idea after all. But there was something a little strange about these stomach pains. They seemed to come and go and come and go...you know, like in increments.

You see where I'm going with this?

I shook my husband a little and said, "Honey, I think I'm having contractions." He didn't believe me. With this being my first child and all he just figured I didn't know what the heck I was talking about. And maybe I wasn't exactly sure, but I knew that I had never had a stomachache that caused the pain to come and go like every nine or ten minutes!

So to make a long story short, I spent the following day, Labor Day, in labor and by that afternoon we were the proud parents of a 9 lb, 8 oz bouncing baby boy who smelled a little like baby back ribs dipped in Old Bay.

Just kidding about the smell. Just wanted to make sure you were still paying attention.

Of course Labor Day never falls on the exact same date every year, so it's kinda like my son has two birthdays. He'll always have his cake and ice cream on his actual birthday and I'll always think back on the irony of being in labor on Labor Day. Actually, there's a whole lot more than just the irony to think back on...there's the pain, the unexpected c-section, the pain, seeing my son's beautiful face for the first time, the pain... And now I actually have a reason to celebrate Labor Day 'cause ummmm, what's that holiday really all about anyway?

An original DC Metro Moms post

You can find niki d. planning a simple (yet oh-so-fun!!) 3rd birthday party for her son Dutch at mama's got moxie.


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