I still remember the events like they happened yesterday.
We were tired of waiting … so we tried every trick in the book to get this baby to come early. When we finally went to the hospital, the nurse said Lea was still hours away from delivering our first child. About 30 minutes later, Lea told me to find the nurse because, in her words, “THE BABY IS COMING NOW!” I found the nurse and relayed Lea’s message with as much emphasis as possible. She assured me that there was no way Lea could be ready to deliver that quickly, but came to check on her anyway. With in a few seconds of coming in the room, the nurse pushed the “call” button for help and said, “GET THAT DOCTOR HERE, SHE’S DELIVERING NOW!”
That’s when things got crazy. About the time nurses all hit the room, they started telling Lea, “DON’T PUSH.” In which Lea would reply in her not-so-sweet-voice, “I can’t NOT push!” The funny little breathing techniques that we learned in lamaze class quickly ensued.
That was about the last thing I remember. I’m not sure if it was from the breathing techniques, the obvious pain that Lea was in, or just the intensity of the whole ordeal …. but I wilted. Yip … I started passing out. I know, I’m still embarrassed about it, and yes, I know it was very un-man-like.
Then, with my head still full of cobwebs, the doctor walks in just in time to catch the baby. It was the most beautiful baby I’d ever seen. God immediately did a miracle in my heart, and I instantly fell head-over-heels in love with that child. Had the doctor said at that moment, “In order for this child to live, you must give up something in your body that will cause you to die,” I would have immediately said, “Where do I sign up?” That’s the way it happened with all my boys.
I remember the nurse asking, “Would you like to hold him?” I shook my head no, thinking I might drop him. She handed him to me anyway. I’m glad she did.
I still remember everything that happened just like it was yesterday,but it wasn’t. It was 21 years ago today. Twenty-one years ago? Wow, I’m WAY to young to have a 21 year old kid.
Happy Birthday, Taylor. We’re proud of you.