A November Treasure

Here is a picture of my son and daughter-in-law sitting by a water fountain in Kansas City! They make a great team. Dearly Love them. They are a treasure to me. November 4th is my son's 32nd Birthday. Let's walk down Memory Lane.

While living in Hugoton, Kansas married to an Oil Man, I was a 22 year old Homemaker and Stay-at-Home Momma seriously working at making ends meet, very pregnant and living in a quaint little two bedroom rental house. I cannot tell you the number of times I wished I was living in that there little rental house. Precious memories come to mind. I look back and see how God's hand was on me and my family.

During the early hours of November 4, 1977, I didn't sleep through the night because I was awakened by labor pains and went to the Hospital to deliver a baby boy! He now stands tall at 6' 4" with blonde hair and blue eyes married to a lovely young lady. I shall call him Tinman and her Ryna. The picture of Peanut Butter Cookies are of cookies made from my son's second grade recipe we cherish. Recipe on the sidebar.

His actual due date was October 31st and I was delighted that he waited and came when he did on a Friday morning on Novemeber 4th, around 5:37am. It was a very cold morning in Kansas when he arrived. We lived close to 30 miles from the Hospital and when my hubby went out to warm the car...the headlights decided they didn't want to come on.

Excuse me...we're havin' a baby, it's dark out and the headlights decide they don't want to come on. I did not want to deliver in Hugoton because of the sad stories I had heard about the Doctor there. I would deliver in Liberal, Kansas.

I was awakened around 2 in the morning with contractions and began to time them. They seemed to be close together and according to the books, I should have already been at the hospital with the way the contractions were spaced. So I woke my husband up and told him to go wash his hair!

I walked around the house and hard baring down pains had started...I was wondering what was taking my husband so long to wash his hair. When I checked on him he was now shaving. I asked in disbelief, "What are you doing???' I was in alot of discomfort by this time. He told me he thought he should shave, so he'd look nice! I told him we have to go NOW! This is when he went to start the car and the headlights didn't come on. If I remember correctly, he got out of the car and pounded his fist on the hood of the car. This did the trick and the lights came on.

We bundled up our 2 and a half year old son and headed down the road. As he drove I pushed the headliner because the baby was on his way and I knew it. Hubby would ask, "Are you alright?" I'd reply, "JUST DRIVE!!!"

When we got to the hospital, I was admitted as my husband went to the other side of the hospital to meet his Mom so she could watch our son while Daddy was with the pregnant wife. The nurse asked me if I could void? I had never heard urinating called this before so I asked her as straight forward as I could. Does this mean........?

As I sat on the toilet, I had a contraction and my water broke. My son was on his way. The nurse questioned me and helped me lie down on the bed. She checked me and I was crowning. Call the doctor. No time to prep me before the big event.

17 minutes after I entered the Hospital, my son took his first breath and was officially born. He wet on the doctor before he was wieghed at 9 pounds 10 and a half oz.

I believe that he would have been slightly heavier if he had been weighed before wetting.

As my husband hurridly entered the Nursery area, a nurse asked him if he'd like to see his son? He told her we had just gotten here. This couldn't have been his son. She said yes, this is your son. He had light brown hair and big blue eyes. He amazed the nurses at how alert he was when they would hold him. He would look around the room.

The doctor almost didn't make it on time to catch the baby.

Each November 4th, I celebrate the birth of a fine son with fond memories. He would be a joy to raise. A very talented child with many interest. Still a joy!

I am so thankful that God blessed me with children. Me...a tomboy that liked to play in the dirt as a child, draw pictures of birds, play army and I SPY. I learned more than I could ever imagine about life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness being married and having children.

The Bible tells us that children are a Blessing from the LORD. Can I hear a loud AMEN, SISTER!!!? They sure are. AND this child that was created in love with my husband, in which I carried in my womb for nine months, and delivered on that cold November morning is such a blessing to me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON. I love you more than words can express and you were WANTED!

I know I didn't do everything right as a mother, but I also know that I didn't do everything wrong. God helped me with my parenting skills as I know if you lean on the Lord, he will help each one of us. Around February 10th, Lord willing, my son will be holding his own baby in his arms. He and his wife are expecting their first child, a son. Please, if you don't mind, pray for this young couple and baby in the womb.

May their headlights come on when they need them to!

God is great and worthy to be praised,

~Deanna~