Thursday, February 3, 2011
groundhog day 15 years ago
I don't care much for Groundhog Day. And it doesn't have much to do with whether Puxatawny Phil sees his shadow or not. I remember exactly what I was up to on Groundhog Day 15 years ago. I was in the hospital trying to have our first baby. My body was far from being ready to deliver a baby and so the induced labor was simply horrid. The emotional pain probably made it even worse. And then in the very very very early hours of the morning on the 3rd, our little Jordan made his appearance. His little body was perfectly formed and he was sporting loads of wavy blonde hair. What a little miracle! I'm glad we could spend a little time holding and cuddling him. It's hard to believe that was 15 years ago! So today my heart is a little sad, but there's a whole lot of peace in there too. I'm wearing purple today in honor of Jordan (purple amethyst is the February birthstone). It has always been one of my favorite colors. Mark brought me flowers and I made myself a new watchband with purple and green beads. Happy 15th, Jordan -- we love you!
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3 comments:
Happy angel day, Jordan! I love that he's a blondie like the rest of your boys :).
I didn't realize our precious miracles shared the same birthday. The only baby I was ever able to give birth to celebrated her birthday yesterday, too. BTW, I have induced labor medical trauma issues surrounding groundhog day, too. Mine have a lot to do with an OB nurse and fingernails. Simply put, if you're going to be checking a pregnant lady's progress, by dang it should be illegal to have claws!!
Sweet post. Eternal families is a beautiful thing.
My older bother died on Feb. 3rd 16 years ago.
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