Oosa is the youngest child of 7. He was nearly born on the front lawn of the hospital. My labor started and went from 0 to born in 45 minutes. When I stood up to get out of the car his head literally fell out of me.
From facebook: [OOSA] made his grand entrance into the world today at 3:27 pm. He crowned in the parking lot of the Kaiser entrance. A nurse just getting off duty ran pushing us to the Emergency Room. The rest of him was delivered while still in the wheelchair after they cut my pants off. We are both fine and recovering from all of the excitement.
Daddy missed the whole thing. Aunt K was my birth escort and drove me to the hospital. She took this picture after they cut my pants off and out he came. I'm still siting in the wheelchair.
Aunt K told me later, "I don't think you realized how much you were screaming." This is Daddy meeting Oosa for the first time.
I was convinced that I was having a daughter.
When I went in for one of my prenatal visits the doctor couldn't find the baby's heartbeat. For several excruciating minutes he looked and looked and looked. Finally he went and got the ultrasound machine and wheeled it into the room. I was, by then, a mess. I was scared for my baby. Once we established that the baby was wiggling and fine I asked, since we were looking anyway could we perhaps see what the gender was. A boy.
I told the doctor, "I am knitting a pink blanket! I've already given away all my boy clothes."
And then I cried for the daughter I felt like I had lost. And then I felt ashamed of myself, because my sister-in-law can't get pregnant and cried some more.
So I need my son to know, more than anything else: He is wanted and loved.
He was named to that effect. Hannah named her son Samuel, the boy prophet of Israel, because it means, "God has heard." God gave me the child I asked for. Perfect, healthy and beautiful.
1 Samuel 1:27 "For this child I prayed; and the Lord hath given me my petition which I asked of him"
Oosa sleeps in a co-sleeper attached to the bed. He hold my hands and falls asleep. If ever he realizes that I've gotten up to settle other children or use the bathroom, he will sit up in bed and cry until I've returned.
His baby blessing, Daddy pronounced the blessings of previous generations upon his head. His middle name is after Gilbert Lloyd, the first ancestor on the Lancaster line who joined the church.
He is very special. We are expecting big things from this little powerhouse.
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