That something turned out to be a rifle that shoots caps.  It also included some Mountain Dew for supper and a trip to McDonald’s to play on the gym for awhile.  Don’t tell their parents but it was 11 when we finally shut off the new DVD from Eli (Beverly Hillbillies) and I went to bed.

Around 5 AM I heard some thumping going on downstairs.  “It can’t be the boys up this early,” I thought.  Half asleep I went downstairs to find they were not only awake, they hadn’t gone to sleep.  Whose idea was it to get that Mountain Dew anyway?

I tucked them all in and when I awoke again at 7 they were sound asleep.  When the birthday boy woke up he had a sore throat and didn’t look so good.  I was getting ready to take him home, but he decided to wait it out and see if he got better.

After breakfast Eli and Isaac headed to the cellar to stack some wood for me.  I’m hoping to get some spray foam on the walls down there, so they helped move the wood away from the walls.  They did a great job for little men. 

Kaleb is our first grandchild that Dad never met.  He had been gone only 43 days when Jeremy called at 4:15 that morning.  Crysten had stayed overnight at Foshay’s and promised she would keep her cell phone nearby, but I couldn’t reach her. 

I got over there around 5 and just laid on the couch waiting for things to kick into gear.  Megan and Carissa woke up around 7 and I fed them breakfast before Aunt Melissa came over and took them to her house.

Mom had sent over a beef stew that we enjoyed with Jen, Crysten, Ethan and the midwives, Donna and Heather.  Heather had been up all night delivering a baby and wanted to go home for awhile.  She stayed until about supper time and returned around 7.  Melissa brought the girls over for a couple of visits in the afternoon.  Would Kaleb ever get here?

Loralei finally got into the birthing tub, but it and the hard work made her very hot.  She wanted the door opened.  We ended up delivering Kaleb with blankets and jackets on.

As soon as Kaleb arrived, 8:13 PM, his sisters came running over.  He was having trouble breathing.  We think he swallowed some myconium.  Loralei was exhausted, but that didn’t stop her from getting in the shower ASAP.  For that night, Kaleb’s breathing was very shallow and irregular.  We prayed he was getting enough oxygen to his brain.  Heather even pondered taking him to the hospital.   The next day his breathing was perfect and his lungs clear of mucus. We were very grateful to God for that.  Time has confirmed that we had no reason to fear any brain damage. 

Kaleb has always been old for his age.  He loves to be just like his dad and is a good worker.  He loves to be kept busy doing meaningful things.  That’s why he was disappointed that he couldn’t help with the wood today.  (Of course, he’ll miss the pay that went with it, too.)  Happy Birthday, Kaleb.

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