Yes gang, my sweet boy is sixteen & I'm bawling.
It was the sweetest thing, the minute I realized I was having contractions the Squab switched on his "protect mommy" mode. He helped me dial the phone to page his dad (yes people still used pagers back then) & got me a cup of water. He then proceeded to make sure he had his bag packed so he could spend the night at his best friend's house, make sure I had my bag ready & stuff for his daddy. He got himself a snack & when the phone rang, he proceeded to tell his daddy that "his baby" was coming.
The Squab sat with me, held my hand & sang to me through the early contractions. He turned on 'Bear in the Big Blue House' & 'Blue's Clues' to help try to calm me down, because he knew I liked to sing the songs with him. It was his idea to sing the 'Blue's Clues' song through the contractions, which not only helped me tons, but also garnered strange looks from the nurses at the hospital. He was so excited for "his baby".
My Chicken has been an amazing blessing. He is one of the best huggers on the planet.(Trust me on this as I am a connoisseur.) His wit & sarcasm rival his older brother's. He's considerate, so funny, creative, kind, a loyal friend & most of all, he's awesome.
He is now taller than me, which I had expressly forbidden years ago, but very sweetly will shrink himself whenever he thinks I'm feeling too short (like when I'm standing next to any other human being). He will stay up with me most nights to wait for the Squab to get home from work 1) because he wants to see his bro & 2) because he doesn't want me to wait up alone.