Today is my third baby's birthday. Tonite, at 10:29 pm, Brendan is officially 7 years old. Seven years ago, tonite, my water broke all over the gymnasium floor as we got up to leave Trevor's Christmas concert at his school. I had never experienced that with the two other boys. I will never forget that feeling, that's for sure. I didn't realize what had happened at first and began to cry, thinking that something was wrong. When John and I (and all the unfortunate people that were sitting near us) looked down and saw the huge puddle we were all suddenly standing in it became clear that baby McDonagh wasn't going to wait three more days for the scheduled c-section. I will never forget John's answer when I asked him if it was okay for that much water to come out at once. John was a paramedic and had delivered several babies during his career so he had more experience with this stuff than I did. He looked at me and, with a big grin on his face replied, "It just means we're going to have a baby tonite." And we did. Brendan Ryan McDonagh ~ weighing in at a healthy 9lbs. He was our first son with dark hair and dark eyes. He is our little old soul. He was so meant to be here. John was meant to bring him here and then, when it was time to leave, he made plans for Jim to come into his life and raise him. The similarities between Brendan and Jim are uncanny. Jim tells me that sometimes he forgets that Brendan isn't his own flesh and blood. There is a father/son bond that runs deeper than blood. Only the best for John's three sons. John made sure of that.
Many blessings ~ Wendy