The beginning

Many of you know Matt as a teenager, in highschool, in college, as a man. I've known him from the beginning. This may be graphic, but I feel it important to tell the story. During my pregnancy I had no problems. Ten weeks before I was due I broke water. We went to the hospital and I was on total bed rest. I held on for 2 more weeks, and called Greg and said come now. He had heard that a few times before, so he took the time to shower and shave. I heard the screaming for Jesus from other mothers and thought what in hell am I instore for. Greg finally got there and we played backgammon. Then they checked me again and said it's time. I thought well this was fairly easy. Even though Matt wanted to start life, he suddenly decided he wasn't all that sure about it. I suddenly found that giving birth wasn't all that easy. 20 people rushed the room cause it was a preemie birth. When he finally came out they laid him on my belly. I reached for him and they said don't touch him. They took him from me and whisked him from the room. I was scared to death. After an hour we still hadn't heard anything. I asked Greg to check on him. He was born 8 weeks early, in 1982. At that time they told me he may be slow...mentally challenged. I refused to believe that. Even though that parenting magazine said your child should be doing this at 3 months or that at 6 months. They had me paranoid. Fast forward. Once Matt could speak, it was CONSTANT QUESTIONS. Mostly "how" and the insistent "but" and "why". I tried my best to answer his questions or to guide him to find the answers once the questions got to be out of my realm of knowledge. I knew at age 2 Matt was not slow, but quite the opposite... He had already figured out how the locks on the door worked. A neighbor showed up with him at 6am, said he was playing on their swingset. After drilling him over an over not to touch any electrical outlets he said "Look mom if I only touch this part it won't hurt me". Wow and this is only the beginning.