It's kind of become a bit of family lore that Ellery's birthday is cursed. The actual day of her birth was ok, although it did require major surgery for me and we both slept alot. Her first birthday was spent at Great-grandma's because we were homeless (well, between apartments) and she had a fever and a rash. Her second birthday was right in the middle of our massive move to Idaho- no party, no pictures. I think there was cake, at least. Her third, fourth, and fifth were great. She broke her arm just a few days before her sixth birthday. That left us scrambling for something to do other than our planned swimming trip. And last year on her seventh birthday, Sam got his tonsils out. It was the only day his doctor could do it before school started. There were presents and cake but it was still a pretty rotten birthday. So, the good birthdays and the rotten birthdays are about tied.
Today goes down as a good one- no drama, no hospitalizations, no sicknesses. Just friends, presents, cake and fun.