Two months have gone and it’s hard to put into words the feelings that have gone into them. I’ve been asked why no words have been written yet about our new little journey…and the day he came to us…so here it is…Jackson’s birth story. We had planned for an early December birth for Jackson because I would need a C-Section, and had chosen December 6, Monday. It could not have come soon enough. With all the aches, and pains, and exhaustion from being 10 months pregnant, with 18 kindergartners, and a one year old at home, I was more than ready to meet my little bundle. Still, there was a bit of sadness knowing that this could be the last moments of feeling his little life moving inside me. If you are a mommy, you know that even if you can hold them every day, there is still a bit of longing to carry them with you all day and night again. But, anyway, that weekend we prepared for his arrival. Since Christmas was around the corner, we prepared the house, decorated our Christmas tree, and tried to enjoy the last few moments with our precious dumpling before she had to share the spotlight with another. Family and friends were over to help, which always makes life better. We spent the last evening with Ada and her family, having pizza and enjoying our kids. As tired as I remember being, there was a sweetness in being comforted by my best friend who had been through it all, and already paved the way for all my questions and fears. I finished up and went to bed around midnight, only to be awakened at two a.m. At first, I thought it was the normal back ache, so I got up and walked around. When I decided to lie back down, the pain came again, and then left. It seemed to come in waves about every five minutes. After a few rounds, I decided that maybe our little man did not want to wait until noon for his arrival. He and God had other plans. Isn’t it amazing how, we as humans can make plans, and set times, but in the end, its God who already made the plan, and set the time. We called the Dr. went to the hospital, and prayed that the baby would wait until my Dr. could make it to the birth. Luckily, he did, and I was immediately put at ease when he walked in the door. I had been having some anxiety about this surgery, more than the first time. It’s the fear of the unknown. Knowing you have a little life at home that depends on you, puts things into perspective. Dr. Murray held my hand as I was wheeled into the operating room. Everything from there is a bit blurry, but I waited for the cry. I remember with Gracie; how her first cries made me feel, and just knew it was a feeling that could not be replaced. I was afraid I wouldn’t feel it again this time. But, I waited, and prayed that we would be ok, and that he would cry. After a few minutes, I heard it. It was just as sweet as before, and it rocked my world. There he was all lbs 12 oz of his little self. They whisked him away, and at that moment there was relief, and love, and exhaustion. I felt comforted knowing the best daddy a baby could have would be with him in his first moments when I couldn’t be. All Jay knows is to love our babies, so I knew he was in good hands. The last two months have been a blur. I never thought I could love another person as much as I love Gracie, but he has brought another new beginning to our home. Gracie loves him soo much, and would love to just scoop him up and kiss him all over. He just started to smile, and its heart melting when he does. We love our little bald man, and he loves us. We have wonderful family and friends and the troops were assembled to help us daily. We needed them in the beginning because the going got tough and the road was long…and they were there. It’s strange to think of how our lives have changed in the last two years, how carefree we were then…and how something was missing. Now the missing pieces have been found, and we are whole. We are a family.
