My second son, Michael is nine today. He’s a great kid. Smart, happy, creative, just like his dad and older brother. I’m so thankful every day for his health. It was a difficult birth for the little guy. My wife was in a long labor, and he wasn’t coming out. The doctors were worried. So was I. After inducing the delivery, he finally came out, but with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck, not once, but twice over. The doctor unwrapped it right away, and put him in some lit up machine.
I left out a lot of details that added to the scariest day of my life, but I will cut to the point where he turned out fine, and I am so thankful that both of my sons are healthy, energetic, and happy little youngsters. Well, my oldest is 14. I suppose that’s still a youngster, but he’s not so little anymore! Even Michael is growing fast. Time sure flies. You know, that's worrisome, too!
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