April 17, 2003 hugely pregnant, due date only 6 days away and I prepared a Passover Seder. In the midst of it all, I began to feel fatigued so I politely excused myself to the powder room where I noted an unmistakable, classic sign that something was clearly happening. Nothing earth-shattering so I went back to the Seder. The next day, I met my friend S. at City Bakery for lunch, which is always full of Passover-friendly options. Contractions began while eating but I still wasn't quite convinced that it was the real thing. I just thought Izzy was enjoying the food.
Later on that evening, I attended another Seder and upon returning home went to bed, where within minutes my water broke. There was no denying it at that point. My labor lasted an awfully long time but finally, 34 hours later, on April 19., 2003; Izzy was born.
Since Passover is decidedly my favorite holiday, I reveled in calling Izzy my Passover baby. True that though Passover doesn't fall at the same time every year I knew that the dates would eventually align.
And here we are, only five years later, and they have. What I hadn't counted on was the fact that I wouldn't be able to make or serve a normal birthday cake. At least not on his actual birthday. What I have managed to do is formulate a wacky plan which will allow for at least three birthday celebrations, one of which will include the school cupcakes on April 18th, before the actual beginning of the holiday.
Then I have plans for decadent Passover chocolate cupcakes and other desserts, followed by a party for his friends a few weeks later. All in all, perhaps being Passover baby will work out after all.