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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Where he was the day that you were born

Tommy turned 9 this past week.  9 years old! In the middle of chaos it seems to drag on and on, but looking back the time has gone so fast. He was so little... and butter ball-y. He was bald for a good year, and he had the bluest eyes.

Tommy is my March baby. He was also a huge surprise. Steve and I were not trying to get pregnant... in fact it was far from our minds. He was in Military training in Arizona and James was only 6 months old. After Steve was done training we headed back to Utah to figure out what to do... and 3 days later Steve was notified that he would be going overseas to Iraq.

I was 6 months pregnant when Steve left.

It was an easy pregnancy for the most part. I think part of that was because I was only 24. James had just turned a year old, and I was managing well.

I decided to be induced.

With Steve away, me being induced made it easy for him to be involved. He took the day off and sat by the phone.

The morning I was to go to the hospital I was feeling really good, but a little nervous. I dropped James off at my sister's house and my mom took me to the hospital.

I got to my room and got hooked up to everything. I honestly didn't want to be induced. I was with James and it was horrible, but I didn't want to chance Steve missing anything.

After the pictocin  was on I asked for an epidural and just rested.

My mom was there, and my dad came too. It was nice to have the company. And then... we waited. And waited.

I talked to Steve off and on through out the morning, and the nurses that answered the phones got to know him really well too.

About 2:00 I started to feel really uncomfortable and had the urge to push. I told the nurse and she checked me.... He was coming.

The room turned busy with everyone getting things ready, my doctor was called and people were in place.

It was a pretty painless labor and delivery {thanks to the epidural} and in a few pushes, he was here.

My little Tommy was born. He was 8 pounds 8 ounces, and 21 inches long. The doctor put him on my chest and I got to look into some pretty blue eyes. Tommy was quiet, very alert but quiet. Then one of the nurses held the phone up to my ear.... it was Steve. I told him that we had another healthy baby boy... and then Tommy started crying. And so did Steve. He had called just in time to hear Tommy's first cry.

The nurse took him to be weighed and measured. They brought him back to me and I fell in love all over again.

My mom and dad had a turn holding him while I got cleaned up and my dad noticed something.... that my little Tommy had the same turned down ear that he has. It was actually really funny because my Tommy is named after my dad, and to think that this was something that they had in common was neat.

The first couple days in the hospital with Tommy was hard. He stopped breathing for a little while and turned blue... I called the nurse but by the time she got there he was fine. He was a good nurser and loved sleeping balled up on my chest. {and even at 9 he still sleeps in a ball}

Soon after he was born Steve sent me a song that was written by a couple National Gaurds Men that were in Iraq as well. He said that this song explains how he felt the day that Tommy was born.

The Day that you Were Born
by J.R. Shultz

It's 3am and I'm wide awake, 
They say I'm going to be a daddy today, 
but I can't be there, 
And my heart is torn. 
A million thoughts running through my head, 
Wonder if I'll be a good dad, 
You know I ain't never done this before.

I heard you cry, and I couldn't help to shed a few myself, 
But I'm smiling through the tears, 
The world stood still as I held the phone, 
And suddenly I wasn't alone, 
And all those miles seem to disappear.

And I'm 7,000 miles away, 
And all I can do is pray,
To God that every things going to be alright, 
All alone I'm walking the floor, 
Surrounded by this war, 
That's where I was the day that you were born.

Now I don't mean to come off like I'm, 
Feeling sorry for myself, 
But some times it don't seem fair, 
Daddy's running off left and right, 
And I'm stuck here tonight, 
When all I want, Is to be there.

And I'm 7,000 miles away, 
And all I can do is pray, 
to God that every things going to be alright, 
All alone I'm walking the floor, 
Surrounded by this war, 
That's where I was the day that you were born.

When I finally close my eyes at night, 
Drifted off into a dream, 
It was as real as a dream could be, 
I picked you up and held you close, 
Then suddenly I wake up to reality.

And I'm 7,000 miles away, 
and all I can do is pray, 
To God that every things going to be alright, 
All alone I'm walking the floor, 
Surrounded by this war, 
That's were I was the day that you were born.... 
You've been my son since the day that you were born.

It was hard not having Steve there to hold my hand. And every time that we have had anther baby I count my blessings that Steve is there with me, by my side. I know when Tommy was born Steve wanted to be there. I know that he was doing the best he could by waiting by the phone. 

Tommy has grown now and the military is behind us. 9 years have come and gone. This boy who cam into the world on a beautiful spring day has been a joy to my life. He is smart and funny and loves to still sit close to me all curled up in a ball. 

I love you Tommy!

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