Happy Birthday Tom - To Day I Honour Your Birth

Ok............. 22 years ago yesterday, I picked up my bag and was ready to go have me second child...... technically this was to be me third child but in reality he was to be my second live child..... my first child was born 2 1/2 months early and only weighed 3.2 lb..... she did not survive....... which is strange really, cos me brother was born 50 years ago, one of a twin(one twin died at 6 months in the womb - long story) and he weighed just over 2 1/2 lb all those years ago..... and that was without all the technology of today......... oh well, thats how the cards are dealt.......

Anyways, I was almost 2 weeks overdue with this child......... so I was booked in to get this child moving.......... 10 hours of normal stuff and then after 11.36 hours of 'I dont care if this child has 3 arms, 4 eyes, no ears, is as ugly as a camel - JUST GET IT OUT NOWWWWWWWWWWW' my Thomas was born this Day 11 April 1985 - he was born on my brothers 21 birthday......



Tom is a few hours old here and didnt look to bad by now, unless its just where I was getting use to his looks LOL

After all that labour we didnt even make it around to the delivery room, he shot out and almost shot right off the end of the bed LMFAO..... that is NO word of a lie, ya see, the midwives were just changing shifts (unbelieveable right) and was busy chatting and putting on their sexy latex gloves, they didnt think he would be so quick....LOL at quick, yeah right almost 22 hours and they call that quick, well they wasnt trying to push a rhino out of a buttonhole......I think where he was so big (not my biggest by far lol) maybe the pressure built up inside and he shot out like a bat out of hell...... me hubby at the time *spit* just made it in time, ya see he went home cos he was tired LMFAO...so I did the last 9 hours on me own...... omg just about says it all...... he was FUCKING TIRED....... lol - that really to me should of been the first sign...... oh well hindsight is a strange thing.......

Anyways, my first born son was the most gorgeous beautiful huge eyed baby when he was born.......... my Tom my second born LOL and yes he knows the story.... was 9 lb 3 oz when he was eventually born, he was the most unusual looking baby I had ever seen - he was bald as a coot well except for this gingerish sort of fluff, and had a huge bright red strawberry mark in the middle of his forehead with sort of piggie eyes........ I know every mother thinks their child is the most beautiful creation, BUT there comes a cut off point..... this baby was like some bloody alien lol........ I remember saying to the midwife just a few minutes after he was born........ jebus, is he really mine and she replied....... Im afraid so LMFAO and we both burst out laffing....... I said....... any chance of putting it back and letting it cook a little more......... jebus we laffed......... but I was serious lol............ this child was one ugly duckling.........

So, the following day, I wrap this little alien up and bring him home....... after picking us up and taking us home my now X hubby buggered back off to work....... yep, dropped us home, opened the front door and he put his boots on and was out the back door with, 'I'll pick up fish and chips after work shall I' LOL

This ugly duckling grew and changed.....he most certainly had a mind of his own...... and was growing what seemed like inches daily....... by the time my Tom was 2 he was the same size as his 4 year old brother, one dark haired and one as blonde as an angel.... people use to think they were unidentical twins.....



Being a tall kid had its disadvantages when young, people expected you to act ya size and not ya age........ oh well, their problem not ours......

My Ugly duckling was morphing into the most beautiful child.......



When Tom was 6 he had meningitis, it was the most scariest time of me life...... I thought I was gonna loose this child before he had grown, oh jebus please dont take another from me........ but he came home from hospital weak skinny but all intact........ he got meningitis again when he was 8, and was almost at deaths door yet again, the doctors couldnt believe how unlucky we were, for this child to get this terrible thing twice........ BUT again because I saw the first signs my child came away with no long term affects (my sister had flown home from Bali at this time with menigitis and they think the connection was there??????)...... many children are left blind or have brain damage or have to have limbs removed with this illness...and many die..... someone was shining down on us get again.........

My Tom over the years has broken his elbow so badly that the doctors didnt think he would ever have proper use of his arm..... which turned out to be bollocks....... his only defect from falling 20 out of a tree is that he can bend his elbow about 8 inches the wrong way LOL its a GREAT party trick......... it didnt stop him playing the violin and piano or learning the drums......or playing football and rugby and it certainly didnt stop him becoming one of the best Tchoukball players his school had ever had......



This was our start up drumkit....... seems funny looking back on that old little kit to what we have today.......

He has broken his foot whilst jumping over our back fence, he has broken so many fingers Ive lost count whilst playing Tchoukball...... he ripped his kneecap off his knee in a BMX accident and had emergency surgery......... as he has grown older has broken many a heart :)

Ive raised this child completely alone financially and emotionally since he was 14/15....... we have had many ups and down in those teenage years...... he at times was my cross to bare in life, somedays I didnt think I would ever get through them....... remember the caravan fire....... somedays, I could of walked away, somedays I so NEEDED someone else to care, someone to help me guide not only Tom but all 4 of me lads........ but it was just me....... I had to stick it out....... and my god........ what a beautiful wonderful special child my Tom has turned out to be........ he makes me laff, he makes me cry, he brings me tears of joy and sometimes even tears of heartache........

I gave my Tom the gift of college, his first year he did Art and Design, he is such a gifted artist, but realised that it would be difficult to find work in that field so he changed courses and did motor mechanics...... he didnt want to go to university, he wanted to get a job and earn money....... he works a 56 hour week, and never takes time off unless he is really poorly....... I am proud of my child..... one can only guide and nurture the rest is up to them......

.. he loves his brothers with a passion and I think he loves me..... the little things he does, tells me so....... I hope he knows that I would lay my life on the line for him without a second thought....



This was him last year on holiday in Greece, he turned 21 last year and it was his gift from me to him...... I thought you have to have something to keep for ya 21st...... what better to keep then wonderful memories of a holiday with ya girlfriend...... something to keep long after the engraved beer mug is broken, something to keep for a life time.......



This is the lastest picture of my Tom - late last night - its amazing what one can do with a pringle lid and a few quickly drawn lines lol

So Tom.......... from Ugly Duckling to the most beautiful young man that you have become....my 6' 4" tall man ... I honour this day, and I honour you with my very Soul........ I LOVE YOU SON......... xxxxxx

More then enough Twaddle for today.....