Waiting For A Baby. . .

About two and a half years ago, I flew to Colorado Springs to witness the birth of our first grandchild, Carly Amelia, who was born to our daughter Camille and her husband Dave. Last January, I was privileged to be at the hospital when our daughter in law gave birth to our second grand child, Enoch Wesley.

And tomorrow I am heading back to Colorado for the arrival of yet another grandbaby . . . a little boy yet to be named.

Camille isn't due until Saturday, so I was going to fly out on Thursday, but when I went to purchase my ticket, I had the feeling I should go on Monday, so I bought it for then. I guess now we will see if my inspiration is correct. :-)

I am very excited, and nervous, and worried.

Camille's last baby came via an emergency c-section. This time she is trying for an all natural birth so that makes me a little nervous. But on the other hand, I am so eager to meet this little guy I can hardly stand it!!!

It's A Boy!!

Enoch Wesley

Born January 5, 2011

5 lbs. 15 oz, 19 inches long

This picture was taken just a few minutes after he was born.

And this picture was taken about 45 minutes after his birth.

Today was one of those days you hold in your heart forever.

Although three weeks before his due date, due to some complications, the doctor decided today would be a good time for our little Enoch to be born. His parents checked into the hospital around 3:30 this morning and I followed them there several hours later.

Around 11:30 they broke Kali's water and at 12:3o she was at 4 cm. We were told to relax. Since this was her first baby and she was on an epidural, it would be about another six hours or so. But Enoch had other plans. At 2:40 Kali was at a ten and at 3:06 he made his entrance into the world.

I stayed in the delivery room until just before the doctor arrived and then joined Wes (who had just arrived) and Kali's dad in the waiting room across the hall. Kim, (Kali's mom) remained in the room for the birth. Kali invited me to stay, which I appreciated, but I know that when you are at ten centimeters, you wouldn't care if the high school band was in watching, but afterward you do, so I decided to wait outside.

Truthfully, I could barely stand being outside the room. I kept creeping closer and closer to the door so I could hear what was happening. My heart was with them as they cheered Kali through her pushing. And I completely burst into tears when I heard the little cry.

It has been a very long and difficult pregnancy so to have the birth go so effortlessly was more than we could have hoped or prayed for. We appreciate all the friends and family members who have kept Kali and little Enoch in their prayers these past several months.

Today was truly a blessing and one that brought great . . .joy to my journey!

Leaving On A Jet Plane . . . and a little touch of randomness

Tomorrow morning I am boarding a plane to Utah! I will be met by my daughter at the airport, who will chauffeur me to my parent's house. And the following morning I will be joined by my four sisters at Women's Conference.

Now can anything be more fun than that?!

I am so very much looking forward to it. Although I would be just a little more excited if I hadn't checked the weather report.

SNOW.

Just a little added adventure, coutesy of Mother Nature, I suppose.

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About yesterday's post . . . I am feeling a little guilty about the support people have given over being left alone during labor just as the baby was making an appearance because . . . my mother has a much more dramatic story.

Making a long story short . . . When she was expecting my youngest brother we lived in Costa Rica. This was also a time when fathers didn't participate much in the birth of their children. So when it was time to deliver, my dad took my mother to the hospital, was told it would be several hours and to go home and they would call him when it got closer. So he did.

Unfortunately, they also didn't have a labor room available so they put my mother in a storage closet, on a table with a pillow and then left her there. About an hour later, a nurse did check on her, but that was the last time she saw anyone for FIVE hours!! No one monitored her process, no one made sure the baby was okay, no one administered medication or helped her with contractions.

She was left there all alone.

When she got close to being ready to deliver, still no one had come and so she started yelling, "Help!! Help!!" as loudly as she could. Unfortunately she couldn't remember the word for "help" in Spanish and so just hoped her English would be understood. Finally, a nurse came, checked her and then immediately called the doctor. Luckily my father had grown concerned and gone to the hospital even though no one called him. While walking in, he saw the doctor run past. Just a few minutes later, my mother delivered a very cute 9 lb baby boy.

Pretty dramatic. But then my Mom is a farm girl, and very tough! :-)
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Lastly. I am LOVING studying the book of Ether right now for seminary. Today we were talking about how the Brother of Jared was so faithful about praying but when he got to the coast he stopped praying for four years. I asked the kids how that could happen to someone who was so righteous.

One boy blurted out, "It was because he was enjoying his cottage on the beach!" Isn't that the truth. How often do we get content in where we are and so we stop moving forward, even though our "promised land" hasn't been reached.

Perhaps that is another good reason for me to go to Women's Conference . . . I have grown a little too comfortable in my "cottage" and need to be nudged/kicked out. :-)

So here is to progress!! May it always bring . . . joy to our journey.