8 posts tagged “my wes”

 Favorite pictures of Wes and memorable moments... 

 

 

 

 Trip to meet the Grandparents in SC at 2 weeks old

 

 

 

 Blessing Day

 

 

 

 

 

 Wes with his Dad, the day his Dad was commisioned an 'Ociffer'

 

I believe this is my all time favorite.

And he's wearing a shirt made by me, at the time, all moms who loved their children, painted shirts for them.

 

Wes wore this often. It was a piece of his Noah's Ark toy

 

 

 

 

Baptism Day

 

 

Playing Chess with his late Grampa

 

And gang signs?

 

 

Baseball Player

 

Kindergarten graduation to High School graduation.... in the blink of an eye

 

 

And Seminary Grad

 

 

12th Birthday with long time friend

 

 

Birthday Hats

 

Just yesterday he turned 1, and now he's 19

 

And pictures from yesterday's celebration...

 

 Let's make this clear- I don't pose them, I am just the picture taker.

I repeat, I. did not. pose them.

Carry on..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hApPy BiRtHdAy WESLEY!!!

On this morning, 19 years ago, I was in extreme pain, but I was somewhat rested and eating was in the future.

(my thoughts on pinning an expectant mother to the bed with no food and water and expecting her to give birth is for another day...)

 

And finally, my new baby, my very first new baby, was brought to me.

 

 

 

And I was madly in love.

 

 

All 9 pounds 6 ounces.... all 22 inches....of him. 

 

 

It was done. He was here. He was worth it.

 

My son.

 

Favorite Wes photo's and memorable moments through his 19 years to come....

Including yesterdays celebration.

This time, 19 years ago (considering the time difference) I was told that I should have a c-section.

I was 48 hours without food or water and two nights without sleep.

I couldn't have told the doctor my name if he'd asked, or the date, or who the President of the United States was. I was delirious on lack of all things necessary to make such decisions.

They suggested it and I mumbled... 'yeah....okay... I think.. I ... yeah.....'

And so it happened.

My only recollection is them saying, "It's a boy!"

(every ultrasound we'd ever had gave us nothing)

But I still uttered, 'I know' because I somehow did.

Then when an infant (cone headed from laboring so long) Wesley was handed to Gary and Gary brought him to me I kept repeating, "I can't... hold him, don't hand him to me... I can't hold him.....he'll fall..."

Gary probably figured that, since my arms were still tied down at the wrists.

He put him near me so I could kiss his head and they took him off.

 

 I felt like I had just been in a fight with the very best.

The nurses told me that the baby would be with them for the night, I needed to rest.

I couldn't argue with them, because I had nothing in me.

No fight.

 No nothing.

I went so long without food or water or sleep and only laying in a bed and then had major abdominal surgery. 

 

 I was out....

 

to be continued.....

Okay, say it with me now...

On this afternoon, 19 years ago, I was feeling pretty puny.

It had been more than 36 hours of no food or drink and two nights without sleep.

I had been in labor for more than 24 hours.

And I still had a baby that needed to come out.

to be continued....

On this night, 19 years ago, doctors and nurses spent quite some time convincing me to get an epidural.

Because...

 "The baby isn't coming any time soon"

and

"You need to sleep tonight because tomorrow will be a big day."

And so I did.

I went against what all the other knowledgeable moms  very opinionated moms said I should do and I got an epidural and also tried not to feel guilty.

And I tried to sleep.

Tried being the keyword.

Because I was ravenously hungry.

 And hospitals and sleep don't coincide.

 

 

 

to be continued....

Nineteen years ago, I was laying in the hospital bed having pitocin induced contractions that are going nowhere fast.

I am so hungered, because I am going on 24 hours without food, that I am listing all the foods I dislike and swearing if a tomato was placed before me, I would devour it. And I really disliked tomatoes.

 (but I've since grown up)

(sort of)

I am puzzled as to why things aren't going like they are supposed to.

I am exhausted from no sleep the night before and laboring all day.

 

 

To be continued....

On this day 19 years ago, Gary and I arrived at the hospital, sleepy from a restless night of late night nervous chatter about if we'd have a boy or a girl, who he or she would look like, and how in the world I would handle this large task at hand.

Not including the upset feeling of being 2 weeks late. Why didn't my body know what to do now? Or was it the baby, too afraid to come out?

The hospital folk....

 (with whom I was extremely inexperienced with and very apprehensive about but Gary thought nothing of because he spent a good amount of his childhood with doctors and in hospitals with pnemonia and extreme allergies and dare devil injuries but not I, I had always been healthy and only had one not-so-dare-devil injury but a "duh" injury when I was so young I hardly remembered it)....

(back to the hospital folk) ....hooked me up to the pitocin and all sorts of other tubes and machines and such.

 And we waited.....

 

to be continued.....

Nineteen years ago on this day I was large and not in charge. I was packed, ready to go but not really all that ready. I was excited and happy and yet extremely nervous. I had an appointment in the morning that I wanted to back out of but it was too late..... And how in the world was I suppose to sleep when something so monumental was happening in the morning?

 

Me and my honey, we were gonna have a baby.

 

To be continued......