I never really had any contractions with James; I went to the hospital because my water broke and of course that meant that the baby had to come sometime soon. When I arrived at the hospital and got checked in and everything, I waited for my doctor to come in. I believe that it was a nurse who finally told us that since I wasn't having contractions or progressing in any way that I had two options. They could give me drugs to encourage labor, but if they worked I would probably need another doctor to deliver the baby because my doctor was at another hospital delivering twins. The second option was to wait and see what happened and then decide what to do when my doctor finished with the twins. We opted for the latter choice and settled in for the day. It was pretty uneventful ... we watched weather reports and damage reports from the storm that morning as family began to arrive.
Sometime that afternoon, my doctor finally arrived and we discussed my options for delivery. After discussing the situation with my doctor, we opted for another c-section. I had hoped for a different outcome, but this seemed like the best choice at the time. I am not sure I would make the same decision today, but I can't really complain since within an hour I had my healthy baby boy.
From the beginning, JW was a great baby. He had a bit of a disadvantage, since his 26 month old sister wasn't too sure that she liked the idea of having a little brother. When he was a couple of weeks old she wanted to know if we could put him back. The worst part was at night. Every time he woke up during the night, so would she. She would cry for me and so Ronnie would get up and take care of JW. I must admit that I missed those quiet feedings at night. They were some of my favorite times with the other two, but I didn't get many of them with JW. Even with the missing sleep, Ronnie enjoyed those times and will still talk about forming a special bond with JW during those crazy nights.
JW has now grown into a sensitive little boy. I am sure that he would cringe at my calling him a "little boy" but the Mommy in me is not ready to give up that title yet. Sometimes he is a worrier. He can't stand for his little brother to do something that he thinks is truly dangerous. Which happens often since his little brother is a daredevil.
JW loves to make people laugh and is very talented when it comes to imitating voices. One of our favorite is his Astro voice from the Jetsons. He can also do Scooby Doo pretty well and loves to use these and the other voices he creates to entertain anyone who will listen. He won't hesitate to tell you that he loves to be silly. I'll tell you that he is good at it, probably because he practices ... a lot.
So, happy 8th birthday (a little late) to my little boy who is fast becoming a young man .... I love you.
Helping Uncle Bob