• Aug. 16, 2006
My Jordyn is Three
Jordyn - YOU are a complete and total joy! I had a great pregnancy with you. Instead of getting all round and snuggly inside you grew straight out like a rocket. You were by far the easiest on my fractured broken who knows rib.
About a month before you were born several people, out of the blue, told me about their home births. Good for them I thought as I dreamed happy dreams of my soon to be administered epidurual. I then kept seeing bus stop advertising for a midwife - hmmm interesting. Finally at the home school conference that year I received a flyer in the freebie packet for the same midwife. So I am a slow learner, but I had a plan. To appear to be obedient to the Lord's leading, I would just ask daddy about having you at home and he would say no and then end of story. He said why not? O.K. plan B I would call the mysterious midwife and she would say no when she found out that you were three weeks away from being born. She said, "come on it". At this point I knew I was in trouble. We were seriously turning crunchy granola.
To say mommy's doctor wasn't thrilled about this is a big time understatment. Yikes. He stopped talking to me and returning my calls.
On the day you were born, Grammy and I were planning Kyla's birthday party when I kept saying OWWW! Grammy started jotting down the times and they were pretty regular. I then called daddy, placed a lunch order (priorities) and then told him to come home with said lunch - we had Wendy's. As soon as daddy got home I told him to call Mary and Sue, the midwives.
I then called Kim and told her that I had no idea if I was truly in labor (which after six kids I always view everything as false labor for some reason) and she came over with Diet Coke in hand. Kevin was with grandad and Missy came and got Rylie and Kyla. Reagan was down for a nap.
Everyone was in place by 12:45 and you were born just an hour later. Thank goodness for fast deliveries. With your four siblings I had pushed a total of 10 times in my life - total. Two for Kyla, Three for Kevin, Two for Rylie and Three for Reagan. You were more like six pushes which seemed like an eternity - but out you popped! All 8 lbs 2oz of you! See, daddy weighed you on some home birth contraption thingie. You are in the pink blanket!
You then proceeded to sleep for two weeks - pretty much straight. If we had known that after those two weeks you were going to be a total spit-fire, we would have let you sleep. Silly us. You have been going strong ever since.
So, now you are a big three year old princess. You love Dora. You kind of look like Dora after you last self-administered haircut. You are pure sunshine and I am so grateful to be your mommy! I love you!
