Wednesday, November 16, 2011
No swear words, well, really no words at all. No sound, no complaining, not much anyway. Just sheer determination. That about sums up Sara yesterday. She did get a little irritable though, and come to think of it she did say "holy hell" twice.
The girl is amazing. She went through the entire day serenely and mostly happy and smiling, all without drugs, until the very end when she had a injection of Fentanyl.
Being like his parents, Jax decided to bypass the normal way of doing things and stubbornly refused to budge, even after good, solid, hard work by his mother to get him to do so.
About 8:30 pm PST it was decided that a cesarean was going to be the way Jackson would make his entrance.
The grandparents sat in the room Sara had labored in and learned of our grandson's birth by the cleaning lady.
"Your grandson has lungs," she calmly announced as she walked by the room.
Within minutes, a smiling Sara was wheeled in clutching the golden ticket. A crying Cole followed closely behind.
Jackson Donovan Story weighed in at 7lbs 12 oz and was 19.5 inches long.
He's here. His mommy is sore. His daddy is proud and his grandparents are smitten. It was a good day.
|yes, that IS a ponytail on my son's head. he's growing his hair out for Locks Of Love.|
|sneaking in a hashbrown from mcdonalds...shhhh!|
|she spent a lot of time bouncing on that ball|
|popsicles make everything better|
|she spent a lot of time on the floor|
|tired and irritated after a long day. i think i pissed her off taking this picture.|
|cole was with her every minute|
|daddy ready for surgery|
|another typical Sara|
|poor little jax's head|
|my beautiful daughter in law|
|my son's a daddy. tears.|
|Jax and his Nana|
|the newest member of the clan.|