Three years ago, today, was a remarkable day. I remember it so clearly...well most of it anyway. JR and I were living off Nasa Rd. 1, we had to be at the hospital at 5:30 am., so we left the apartment at 4:30...just to be sure! We had some friends and family over the night before and didn't get to bed until after midnight. I couldn't even fathom sleeping so I showered and tried too lay down...I think I slept for about an hour, maybe two then I got up to straighten my hair and put on make-up....seems so silly in hindsight! The drive down to Galveston seems so long and so short all at the same time. I remember thinking JR looked terrified and excited all at the same time. I dont remember ever feeling panicked or scared, just so excited to meet my little boy. While I was pregnant with Logan I felt such a connection to him, it was as if I knew exactly who he was, I was so in love with him and couldn't wait to see him. There wasn't much that was said on that trip, I remember thinking, ARE WE EVER GOING TO GET THERE? I did ask JR if he had picked out a middle name yet. We only had a week to come up with a name and had quickly settled on Logan. It was JR's job to pick a middle name and it had come down to Parker or Conner. I remember pulling into the parking garage and suddenly thinking....oh my gosh...this is it! Then all of a sudden the trip seemed so short.
As we walked through the hospital we got to say a quick hello to JR's mom and sister Brittany before heading back to get prepped. While in the back, a nurse came in to tell me that a red headed women and a man were wanting to come say hello to me...they were claiming to be my parents. I laughed, and got very nervous! I asked that they not be allowed back, but still wanted to see them before going into surgery...just in case. My mom and I weren't exactly the best of friends at the time and I wasn't ready for the stress. So the nurse kindly told them it was against hospital policy but that I would see them before I went to the OR. I did, and it was fine.
I remember trying to lean over so I could get my spinal block - I remember laughing histerically - which is what I do when I am nervous. Once that was taken care of I kept asking about JR...it seemed like an eternity since I had seen him. They assured me that he was getting scrubs on and that he wouldn't miss a thing.
As they were performing the c-section, JR and I just stared at each other, I was tearing up, he kept asking if I was okay! Then he said, "I like the name Parker, I think it should be Logan Parker." I cried a little more. The doctor said to prepare, I would feel some pressure...what I felt was tugging! Then she announced that we a baby boy...and then I waited for what seemed like a lifetime to hear my baby cry. Finally, he did, and I lost all control. They quickly showed him to me then took him. They brought him back all bundled so that I could hold him and kiss him. I dont really remember looking at JR all that much, I couldn't take my eyes off my precious baby. Then they said they needed to take him to get him cleaned up. JR looked at me, I could tell he was confused as to what his role was at this point. I told him to go with the baby and that everything was fine. I laid there on that table while the doctors and nurses finished their job...I came in and out of the conversation at hand (which was where my doctor's son was planning on going to college). All I could think about was how happy I was.
I finally got to the recovery room and I waited and waited, but they never brought me my baby, I was then told he was having some trouble breathing and that if he improved, I would be able to see him in my room. Then I was taken to my hospital room where I would spend the next 9 hours waiting to see my son. JR went back and forth between me and the NICU. Constantly checking on the two of us. And, Finally when I could take it no longer, I told the nurse, that I was getting up to see my son and NO ONE was going to stop me. She brought me a wheel chair and was very kind to me. A little after 6:00, I was wheeled into the NICU and I got to see my little boy and hold him.....really hold him for the first time. At that point, I didn't care about the machines or the tubes or anything else...just my baby boy.
He stayed in NICU for 8 days before he was able to come home. I had to leave the hospital after four days so I stayed in Galveston with my Grandparents, who drove me to the hospital every morning at 7:30 and came back to pick me up around 3:30. Then I would wait for JR to get back from work and we would go back to the hospital at 7:00 and leave around 9:00. I did it every day until they released him. At 8 days old he finally came home.
The last three years really have been remarkable. I truly believe he is the reason I am who I am. My kids are my world....my entire life can be summed up in just three words...JR, Logan, and Landry.
He was born at 8:14am on March 23, 2007. He weighed 9 lbs. 6oz. and 22 inches long. Today, he weighs 34 lbs. 4oz. and is 41 inches long. He is still the joy of my life!
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