My baby boy is 23 today. When I think back on the day he was born, I remember waking up very early that morning because something just wasn't right. It was 3 weeks yet before I was due to have him, but something weird was happening, my water was starting to dribble, I had sprung a leak! To all of us Mothers out there, that can mean trouble, especially 3 weeks early.
After answering Jody's half awake question of "are we going to have a baby today?" with a confused "maybe..." and seeing him launch out of the bed and drive off to unload his truck so he could be back in time for the 'blessed event', I realized that I had planned to shop for our Thanksgiving Dinner on this Tuesday. My family were due to show up later in the day. The cupboards were bare!
Jody and I sped off to the hospital hoping to be stopped by the police just so we could get an escort, but to no avail. The only law enforcement officer we saw was a county sheriff who was picking his nose. Two and a half hours after arriving at the hospital and pushing Jody up to the Maternity Ward in a wheel chair... our boy child was born. The last of the true Cruzan blood line of this branch of the family tree. Jeffrey Jay Cruzan, 6lbs. 8oz. 21 1/2 inches long. One of the hospital's weirdest deliveries. One of the fastest drives made by a labor coach to drive in from 50 miles away (Jody wouldn't do delivery for our babies, we used labor and delivery coaches, the mess he would make would have quarantined the hospital for weeks.) Very long story short... Jeff arrived three weeks early and just in time for what has become his favorite meal. The only time my sister ever burst into my house and had to go buy groceries for me. The only time my mom ever cooked a 40lb. turkey in a motorhome, our oven died.... Jeff and I escaped from the hospital Thanksgiving morning. Yeah, it was a Thanksgiving we could really be thankful for.
Heaven forbid Jeff ever move to a country that doesn't have some sort of Thanksgiving... he'll forget he has a birthday. He thinks the whole family comes together once a year on a Thursday to celebrate his Birthday... and we do!
Happy Birthday Bubba!
6 comments:
Great story!
Ditto! Great story.
Love the Jody 'launching out of bed' bit.
Love the names of your kids, too and who you are all J's.
how not who.
Duh. I always do that.
ha you make me laugh, thanks... I had to leave out the part about hyperventilating while in my brief 20 minutes of hard labor. Too bad we didn't have as movie camera... we'd be rich.
Mother... Jeff is 23. LOL!!!
I hit mai hed! LOL!
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