Tuesday, April 22, 2008

4-21-2000

On a bright spring dad I got up very early, took a shower and nervously got dressed. I was anticipating the events the lie ahead of me. I was wondering will it hurt as much as it did last time? will he be healthy and will I be o.k.? We got in the car and we spoke a few nervous words to each other as we drove. My stomach growled out loud and we laughed. It was still dark outside and everything seemed so still at that time in the morning. I heard a few distant birds sing as we walked in. I could smell everything from someones morning coffee to the cleaning solution on the floors. She began with the phrase one big stick, I winced in pain. He held my hand and said it is for a good cause hang on. She completedher paperwork and did what else she needed to and told me to get comfortable it was going to be awhile. We watched some TV and tried to not focus on the pain. I was thirsty but given nothing to drink. He said he was going to walk out for just a few minutes to drink hiscoffee so as to not tempt me. I smiled but in my mind wanted him to stay. He was only gone a few minutes but it seemed like an eternity. When he returned the pain deepened. I took deep breaths he was so encouraging trying not to say too much and always smiling. I wondered how my girl was doing at a friends house they were going on an Easter egg hunt that day. I knew she was in good hands but I missed her and wanted her to come back to me soon. As the pain came and went I held on to that the end result was well worth it all. He came in in his white coat and big grin he said things are going great as the water ran down my legs. He called for pain relief to come and it did. It came too fast and toomuch they had to hurry and get something to make it slow down. It was scary for a few minutes I could not feel myself breathe things got kinda dark. He never left my side telling me keep your eyes open hang on they are fixing it. I relaxed some as things came back into focus. I got more nervous as lunch approached and people started to come in with a intent purpose. One was getting blue draping out one was pulling the bed apart and one was making the light come out of the ceiling. He came in and said it is time! The sun shone through the window so bright I knew it was a gift . I hurt but still did as I was told PUSH they said don't stop. Come on Momma!!! I yelped and everyone CHEERED!!! IT A BOY!!! He cried ,I cried and Jake cried IT was the Best sound ever. 8LB 6 oz. Healthy and big.

You were worth every minute of that experience I cannot believe it has been 8 years. You are such a joy to me you are a gift . Thanks for being such a special part of our lives We love you. Happy birthday!!!

2 comments:

Junebug said...

Happy Birthday, Sweet Boy! I cannot believe you are EIGHT years old!!

Beej said...

So our kids have the same b'day! My experience with birthing Paige was nothing like that at all. I just signed in, laid down and then they cut her out and I went home.
HA!

Happy B'day to yours!