Welcome to Roman's Empire

Hello and Welcome to Roman’s Empire – the official blog started for the expressed purpose of following the life and times of my son, Roman Isaiah Bostick. It may sound funny that I call this blog “official” (as if there are knock off accounts out there chronicling the birth of my first child!), but trust me, I’m still pinching myself daily that I even have a child to write about! Many of you know that, for years, I thought this day would never come. And now many years and diagnoses later, I have been blessed with the most precious bundle of joy I could imagine. (Let that be a testament to anyone who doubts the all-encompassing power of God…He can blow your mind at ANY time!) He has changed me in so many ways, including being the only catalyst that could ever make me venture onto the Internet for the purpose of writing and posting, or for that matter, doing anything outside of email and Google-ing! (Shout out to my best friend Rhonda and her husband, who have an unnatural addiction to the art of Goggle research)

Since Roman’s birth back on March 19th, 2008, I don’t think a day has passed that I haven’t uttered a comment or two to someone I know about how much he amazes me. I am such a braggart about him, as well as paparazzi. And judging by the many people who ask me about him on a daily basis or request pictures to see how he’s growing (and BOY, is he growing - but they still say he's only in the 50th percentile), I imagine you all don’t mind my shenanigans. So think of this blog as therapy anytime you are suffering from “Roman Withdrawal”, and let it be your place to find out all there is to know about the little man himself as he goes about growing up and showing out.

Being Roman’s mother has taught me a multitude of things in such a short period of time, but one of the most important things I have learned is that in life, you need to be flexible. Anyone who knows me knows this must be a recent realization, and probably one I’m still struggling with! But what pregnancy, scary complications, 3 months of bedrest yet only 5 hours of labor/delivery have shown me is that you are rarely in control as much as you think you are. The minute you become a parent, no matter how strong or intelligent or well read you are, you become slave to the mini-me you just birthed. So yes, I now except that I will probably not sleep past 7am again, that thinking of my son too much in a meeting will usually result in an ill-timed milk accident, that the idea of sleep training is a concept clearly created by a man (and a deaf one at that!) and that there is nothing on this planet that can compare to the joy I feel in seeing Roman’s smile each day I come home from work. Yup – I’ve learned even though I gave birth to him, I am a slave in Roman’s Empire – and I wouldn’t have it any other way!