Michael’s Baptism at St. Michael’s the Arch Angel Cathoic Church

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Before Mikey was born I went through the Baptismal class with our Parish in LA…the plan was to have him Baptized there…but with them only have them on certain Sat’s a month and our pending move I decided to wait until we got to DC…that way he also would be closer to his brother’s ages and fit in the Baptismal outfit I made better…

When we got to the DC while the movers were at our house, Robert and I walked down to the chapel (it is just up the street) to get registered and find out about getting him Baptized…I really wanted my Dad to be there…he had been there for the other three, so it was really important to me for him to be here for this one too…so he gave me his dates and I compared them with what was available at the church and we went from there…His God-Mother tried to make it, but it ended up when he husband was traveling, so she was unable to make it…

Alex’s best friend’s parents live local and are Catholic so we invited them and asked them to be the proctors…My in-laws are also very close, so they came up, and one of my good friends from high school in England, who also lives in the area came too…so Mikey had the biggest group of guests to watch him be welcomed into the church…

Just like every other time one of our parents come to visit, Alex ended up having an exercise (it seriously has happened every time for the last 5 years!!) and was scheduled to work that Sunday morning…thankfully his work let him leave for a couple of hours so he was able to make the Baptism…Was nice that it was on base, so he didn’t look “odd” in uniform 🙂 

He did have to go back to work right after, but the rest of us went to the Club to have brunch together…it was the most special Baptism of the 4…wish all of them could have been as nice…ImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImage

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A deployment and a baby…

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The timing worked out perfectly that he flew back the day before the boys and I headed to CO to see my parents…we got to spend Father’s Day with them…about a week after we came back we also found out that I was expecting number 4 🙂  two months later and just out of the 1st trimester, we flew to WA to see my older siblings and their kids…I also got to go see my Grandmother’s grave site for the first time…up to that point I kept thinking I would get to visit her too…since I was unable to go to her funeral this helped to give me some closure…

That September, while waiting in the waiting area to have my big ultra sound Alex’s boss called and told me that he had decided to have Alex come home early…he didn’t let Alex call me or even surprise me…not sure if Alex had thought of either, he was just as frustrated as I was over the situation…though I was happy to have him back, I felt like a failure…but I also know it was all in God’s plan…had He wanted him to stay he would have…I still had them put the sex of the baby in an envelope so that we could open it as a family together…and you guessed it…boy number 4 🙂

That Oct we all went up to VA for his youngest brother’s wedding and found out that he and his new wife were expecting their first child…she wanted a boy mainly because she was concerned our other sister-in-law (4 boys also, 1 is an angel) and I would be upset if she had a girl…we told her we wouldn’t be, because then it would be Ham guys can have girls…ends up, they had a boy too 😉

Just like my other pregnancies my pregnancy was uneventful…my mom came out about a month before my due date to help out with the boys and just every day stuff…My Dr. started asking about scheduling an induction, but I really wanted to finally have a child fully on my own…so kept putting it off…every night in the last month he would go head down, and then by morning would be sideways again…at my last ultrasound he was breach, but Robert had been too and turned himself (he also had the smallest head of 3 large heads) so we just assumed (bad thing to do) that all would be ok…

As we got up to 39 weeks I reluctantly scheduled my induction since my DR was going out of town and I really did not want a leap day baby…I also prayed that if God wanted him to come on his own that he would make it work out some how some way…but the trend of head down at night, to side ways in the morning continued up to the morning of my scheduled induction…I never even had strong enough contractions to hope I was in labor…

When we got to the hospital at 6 in the morning I told that nurse my history and that once induced I would progress quickly and then once I got my epidural I would progress really quickly…so she decided to put it off a bit since the anesthesiologist would not be there yet…I don’t remember when I was actually induced…but within minutes my water broke and I was progressing up to a 6…I had only been a 2 before that…which I was at for over a month (typical for me)…when she went to check me I though maybe her fingers were short because it really hurt and hadn’t with my doc before…well when my doc went to check me it was the same way…the doc decided to do an ultra sound…neither the nurse or doc felt his head…turns out it was his hand because he was still breach!!

Because my water had broker they didn’t want to wait around let him hopefully turn so my easy labor we all (including the doc) figured I would have turned into an unplanned C-section 5 weeks before we were moving and with two little boys at home expecting their mommy to be able to hold them and pick them up…when they told me I would still be able to wear a bikini, that was the last things from my mind…all I could think of was the disappointment of the boys and moving…and I normally bounce back quickly…

I was in tears when I went into the operating room and Alex couldn’t be in there with me until I was all ready…thankfully the nurse and anesthesiologist were very understanding…though he did tell me to try to stay calm or the nauseous would be worse…I tried, but it was impossible…I dry heaved at some point in there…I think before he was born…

Alex and the doc came in and my baby was born in a very unnatural way…Alex said the doc practically climbed on my to get him out…I had no clue and didn’t feel a thing…I was so upset I didn’t even ask to have him near me…he went straight to the warmer…Alex did get some photos of him…I just wanted to lay on my side and had to wait for the doc to stitch me up…and according to the nurse my doc is the quickest one in town to do that…I just think I was in so much shock and just so upset that I just well was just that…

I was so numb that even lying on my side didn’t make me feel better I was miserable and lost so much blood that I couldn’t even sit up enough to try to nurse my baby…I was really upset…eventually we sent him up to the nursery so I could rest…I had to take meds to keep from throwing up…I also thought I was hungry so they brought me food, but my mouth was so dry I couldn’t eat…I was worried that they would eventually give him a bottle because I hadn’t been able to nurse him…Alex reminded me it wouldn’t hurt him…

Eventually I was feeling well enough to be transferred to the recovery floor and had my baby back with me…I found out they didn’t feed him anything and I was able to start nursing him…they had also changed the rules since Robert had been born and he was able to stay with us in the room even when we were both sleeping…I had to have my cup of water in the bed with me that whole first night…Alex said I had lost a lot of blood…

When I woke up the next morning and tried to go to the bathroom I got really light headed…everyone felt bad for me because this was my 4th child and first C-section…I guess that isn’t very normal…

Alex brought the boys to see their new baby brother…the first time they really wanted to see me, but once they met him and came back the next day they went straight for their brother…especially Robert…he was so happy to have a baby brother of his own…Jacob even got to sleep in the room with us since Alex was there…which was nice…he is a mama’s boy still 🙂  Alex also made steak and brought it with the boys so that we could all eat together…I actually like hospital food and still do…but it was nice to have a family meal…

Since I was able to I did stay at the hospital an extra night since I knew it would be rough once I got home…my mom had already gotten her tickets to head back to CO, and she was ready…it was hard for me to not over do it while my meds were working and multiple times Alex had to make me chill out, because one they started to ware off I was in extreme pain and once almost passed out…

It actually took me 12 weeks to fully recover, when normally it is supposed to only be 6 weeks…the move and the carpet fuzz in our new house that I was constantly vacuuming did not help…eventually my doc in DC told me I had to stop unpacking so I could recover…I still have not finished, it just threw me for a loop…and really messed thing sup because we just dug in boxes to find what we needed…

Had Alex not come home early he probably would not have come home until the beginning of March…since my due date was the 4th…who knows little man may have tried to come and turned into and emergency C-section…at birth his head was 14.5 inches…we knew it was measuring larger than Jacob’s had by two weeks, and his was two ahead of an average baby’s head…but because the others had been such easy deliveries we just assumed his would be too…

Alex was an awesome support through it all…Mikey was actually our biggest Daddy’s boy, I think because Alex was home on leave to prepare for the move (already planned so didn’t need to take extra leave to help me from recovery)…so he got lots of Daddy time, more than the other boys…he was also our biggest cuddle bug…though he didn’t come into the world the ideal way, he is still one loved little boy…

On February 24th, 2012 we had our 4th son, Michael (after my older brother) Alexander (after Alex) was born…Alex was 35, I was 31, Jacob was 9 just short of 10, Patrick was days from turning 4, and Robert was just over 2…

A Promotion and A Baptism

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37153_1653760301487_1833728_nIn March of 2010, when Robert was about the same age that Patrick and Jacob were when they were Baptized Alex also had his promotion to Major…Because both of our dads retired as Majors we asked for them to come out for the pinning…so they also got to be here for Robert’s Baptism…The trip was short for each of them, but it was nice that have both of our dads here…

The promotion was Friday afternoon in the 8th AF museum…there was an old hanger/briefing room and that is where it was held…our Dad’s pinned his service coat and the boys and I pinned his shirt…

The Baptism was that evening…because we were doing it at a separate time we went on base rather than at the church that we were attending…it was a small private Baptism with his big brothers, parents, and Grandpa’s there…neither of his God Parents were able to make it…so Grandpa Green stood in for them…My best friend Hope (who is also Jacob’s) is his God Mother…and my brother Sean is his God Father…

(note, I threw in the photo from my Dad’s promotion to Maj…I, like Jacob, got to pin my dad…my mom was deployed to Oman for the first Desert Storm…my brother got to pin him too…My dad used the same rank that I pinned him with to pin Alex…)

A baby out of left field (some girl talk)

Due to it taking so long to get pregnant with Patrick another child had not even crossed our minds…we were in the midst of a move and I was still nursing…we even thought I had had an early, stressed lightened cycle (normal for me)…But then in early March I became very tired, very emotional, and always hungry…I accounted the tiredness to the fact that I had just begun homeschooling Jacob and was trying to replicate his charter school by doing every subject they did and then some, plus I had a 1 year old I was chasing around the house…but the emotional and hunger just didn’t make sense to me…so I thought maybe I could be pregnant, but that it would be too soon to test…well, the feelings didn’t go away and curiosity got the better of me…so I went and got a test…before I could even put the thing down it was positive…

Because we were once again referred off base for prenatal care I was able to go in as soon as my referral was approved…which I was guessing was about 8 weeks…well when I went in, little one had arms and legs on the ultra sound and actually looked like a baby…I was 12 weeks…I didn’t have an early cycle, I had implantation bleeding…it was kind of nice to skip the first trimester…what else was neat was the boys were allowed to go with me, this was a very family friendly OB and they got to see the Ultrasound…with Patrick Jacob was not allowed in the US room we always had to find him child care or hope he would be in school…

Just like my first two pregnancies this one was uneventful…the biggest thing that stuck out to me was I could eat nonstop all morning and at times I could tell the baby was growing because well I was still starving…

For the sex reveal US Alex and the boys got to be there…once again we had a girl name, but not a boy…and guess what (if you didn’t read my subtitle)…the baby was another boy :)…once we got into the patient room Alex was like what about Robert Gary (my dad’s middle name his dad’s first, my dad goes by Bob)…I countered with what about Robert Allen (his dad’s middle name)…so after 6 Grandsons on my Father’s-in-law side and 10 Grandsons on my dad’s side, they finally both got one name after them 🙂

Just like with Jacob I did everything I could to help little man be born and meet his big brothers…My mom and I walked a 5K, we were the last ones, it wasn’t really because I was tired or uncomfortable, we just enjoyed the walk and took our time…it was like when I was in 5th grade and we lived in FL and used to walk on the beach on base…just mom and daughter time, just chatting…We took the boys trick or treating around the neighborhood…we went to the Louisiana Board Walk and walked around…for three days she and I walked Jacob to school each morning and back (we tried the public school for one year and it was less than a mile from our house)…still nothing…

Twice I went in to the hospital, once before my mom got there and then on my actual due date thinking I was in labor…after the second time of being told nope, go home, I was devastated…this was my third kid, I should know when I am in labor…my Dr’s appointment was the next morning…Alex and I went…my Dr was taking forever, I was already down and out…well it turns out she had an emergency C-section…after she saw me she said I could go ahead and head down to labor and delivery and would be induced…

So Alex headed home to get my stuff and head headed down…I called my friend to get Jacob a ride to gymnastics and off I went…they got me all set up and the Pitocin started…this was by far my easiest delivery…the contractions started getting a little harder and painful, but honestly compared to Patrick they were nothing…Alex was on the couch on the computer and I was barely grabbing the bed rail…the nurse told me that the anesthesiologist was like 3 floors away so I used that to gage when to ask for my drugs…

So I had a contraction that wasn’t too bad but was more painful, so figured in two or three more they would get bad so paged for him…turns out he was one room away…so he gave me my happy drugs and I was good to go…I don’t remember how long it took to go from a 5 to a 10…I think it was just over an hour…but I do remember Alex wanted some coffee…I insisted he ask the nurses station, but wanted to go down stairs to the cafeteria…well in the 15 minutes he was gone that was when I felt babies head coming down…so the poor man left his wife alone in the room to come back to nurse grabbing him (she was on her way to page him) and pulling him into a room with a doc and 3 or 4 nurses…

My boys tend to have large heads…Robert’s had always measured smaller than there (large end of normal) on his US…we also joked after the first two I could birth a mac truck…anyway…I was pushing and then the Dr asked if I wanted help…I was confused…well, one of the other nurses put her fore arm across my stomach as I was pushing so that when I breathed in I didn’t suck baby back in (man that would have been nice with Jacob, he would have been born 30 minutes sooner)…so within 15 minutes Robert Allen Ham was born into the world…

On November 4, 2009 Jacob became a big brother again and Patrick became a big brother for the first time…Jacob was 7.5 and Patrick was just short of 20 months…Patrick actually did much better than we thought…he was very protective of his mommy and did not want anyone touching me…well he was fine with Robert nursing…now when Alex gave Robert his first pumped bottle, that was a different story…we used Avent bottles so the bottle is the same, just the nipple/sippy seal is changed out…anyway…he did much better than we expected 🙂

Alex was 33 and I was 29…

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Class Reuinion Baptism

My dear friend that introduced me to Alex was heading out to CO for our high school class reunion…we also happened to go to a Catholic high school that also had it’s own chapel…There was also supposed to be a Mass for the reunion, so we thought having Patrick’s Baptism there would be perfect…We had everything all worked out…Her husband would stand in for my brother who would not be able to make it…

That morning my parents joined us at the high school and so did a few other class mates along with the alumni coordinator for our old school…and we waited and waited and waited…the Priest never showed up…come to find out he double booked himself and well our Mass was the one he missed!!

Thankfully, knowing that my God Mother was no longer local the alumni rep contacted the closest Catholic church (which happened to be the same one we had monthly Mass at during high school) and because we had already gone through the prep and actually spoke with them in getting the Baptism figured out they let us go right over and have the Baptism…

It went off without a hitch…other than Jacob took the still photos…and at 6, yeah, we got none…my dad did get a video of it though 🙂  Below are pictures waiting at the High School and then after at Divine Redeemer…I don’t like how Patrick looks in that one, with the light it just bugs me…and I know we had one with the God parents…have to find it…my first two just didn’t get good Baptismal photos…

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The Power of a Little boy’s prayers (some girly talk)

After Jacob’s accident and our family being back together I decided that I did not want to be on any forms of birth control…really for two reasons…one my body is not a fan, between the pill, patch, and iud, my body just want not happy (I was never on all three at the same time)…and I just felt in my heart it wasn’t right, that God should be in full control of if we have a child…that we shouldn’t just be open to it when we want to be, that He knows best and we should always be open to it…

Well, I thought because Jacob was a surprise and only just over a year after we were married that it wouldn’t take that long to get pregnant with number two…Alex’s new job did have him gone a lot, so I joked that the AF was our birth control (though we would find out years later that even that form doesn’t always work…which I am thankful)…Twice I thought I might be pregnant…but it turns out I wasn’t…

By the time Jacob was five he desperately wanted a little brother (he still only wants brothers)…he had been praying hard for a little brother, though by that point we just had accepted that he would be an only child…that summer I headed to Chicago for my first Pampered Chef conference…the big trip was London and I was determined to earn it!!  I was supposed to start while I was on the trip…it didn’t happen, but stress can also mess me up, and have 5 years I just figured my body was playing tricks on me…

I don’t remember exactly when in July I took the test…I don’t think it was our anniversary, but it may have been…All I do remember is I had woken early so had to go to the bathroom…Alex was at work…I took the test and it was POSITIVE!!  I was so excited I called him (and if I remember correctly he wasn’t available!!) and then took a picture and texted it to my family…I was in shock…Jacob and I headed to the clinic so I could get my official test done and start my prenatal care…

Because there was a large Army hospital there he was a military hospital baby, just like I was…the big thing is they don’t start seeing patients until about 12 weeks…so I had to wait…once I was finally seen the mid-wife insisted my due date was 12 Mar and said it was one day later because of leap day…he still looked like a jelly bean too…there are many reasons I feel she was off on my due date and the fact that she should have been one day sooner doesn’t help…and the fact that I am a 35 dayer and well, my baby did not look 12 weeks in utero…but anyway…

That same day we found out I was pregnant I also got strep throat…which is no fun in a “normal” person, but add a person that usually needs two or three rounds of antibiotics that is pregnant…they kept trying to give me penicillin because it is pregnancy safe…well that stuff does not work with me…the third round was finally the z pack…

Other than a few horrible colds, and having to eat as soon as I woke up…oh and not being able to stand the smell of wet cat food…this was another uneventful pregnancy…I substitute taught the first half…

That Oct the same day Jacob had his fall harvest party for K we found out the sex of our second child…we still did not have a boy name…at this point there were 7 boys on my side of the family and 4 on Alex’s…when the tech told us that the baby was a boy Alex came up with a name right then and there…Patrick, after his best friend that passed away at the AF Academy…so even though he was due in the middle of March and I am Irish…his name has nothing to do with St Patrick’s Day (though that is his Patron Saint, but it would have been no matter when he b-day was)…

When we went to Jacob’s school for his party we asked him as we were leaving if he wanted to know what the baby was…he said no…Well my sister Angela called while we were in the car and Jacob even covered his years…remember how I said he wanted a brother…well he was so scared we were going to say the baby was a girl, that he didn’t want to know!!  He was very excited once he found out the baby was a boy 🙂 

At the end of my pregnancy (39 weeks according to midwife, 37 in my mind and math) I had gone to an AF hockey game one night with Jacob and my parents and then on a Wed went to a AF Basketball game…I remember my mom telling the lady next to her how far along I was and she about freaked out that I was out in public…when I got home from the game Alex was off work and I started having strong contractions, but not that bad…Alex joked that he was going to sleep down stairs so I didn’t hurt him while he was sleeping…all night they were about 2 hours apart and just strong enough to wake me up…that morning they were getting a little stronger, but I was determined to not go into labor and was distressed…Alex had just two more days of work before he went on leave…I didn’t want to make anyone have to work longer hours because I went into labor sooner…

So he took Jacob to school that morning and came home…he then went off to work…I remember going to get Jacob I would have to grabbed the middle console while have contractions, but they weren’t close enough to go in…I did call my mom and dad to let them know what was going on…My mom was working (same building as Alex) so I told my dad he was on back up incase Alex or my mom couldn’t get to me…Well in typical my mom fashion, she called back and asked if I needed her to come over…I told her not yet…then I spoke to my dad…then my mom called and said she was on her way (notice a trend…)…

Once my mom got there I called the OB ward…they were about 10 minutes apart…but being that it takes about 20 – 30 minutes to get to the hospital…I delivered Jacob so fast…and well I had no clue what going into labor was like I just wanted to make sure I needed to stay home or come in…they told me to drink a lot of water (I had just been sick with a horrible cold and was flat out tired of water)…and to rest to see if they decreased…they also told me to do the same and walk around to see if they increase…eventually I told them they were fluctuating by about a minute or so, but not much and explained that though this is my second child in a way it was like my first…so they said to go ahead and come in…

So we headed to the hospital around dinner time…Jacob, my mom, and I sat in the little triage room…my contractions did increase and my mom would leave the room to call Alex and give him updates (our cells didn’t work in the room)…The Dr really had three options because I wasn’t progressing quickly but was progressing…plus Patrick wasn’t being very active (which that was his normal “calm” time)…but the Dr was concerned…so his three options where I go home and would most likely be back the next morning, I be admitted and observed over night…or they induce (honestly normally the first one is the for sure with this hospital…)

Eventually the Dr decided that he was concerned Patrick would be in distress if I went home and since I didn’t say no to induction went with that option…he told my mom to call Alex and give him and update and that he did not need to leave work early…they would hold off inducing me until he got there…well once I got to my labor and delivery room my phone was working fine so I tried to call him…it was 30 minutes before he was supposed to leave work…come to find out they had already sent him on his way…(both my parents and Alex and their works were freaking out more than me…and I was the one in pain…)…

Once Alex got there they started the Pitocin…well Patrick made up for me not feeling contractions with Jacob…I am surprised my mom and Alex still have feelings in their hands…at this point my dad had come to the hospital with food for Jacob and they were hanging out in the family area…

I remember the nurse going through the normal list of questions (which is stupid when a woman is contracting…sometimes I verbally could not speak to answer their questions!!)…one of the questions she asked was if I was taking anything and Alex said yes, when I wasn’t well, I was contracting, so all I could do was violently shake my head no to get the point across…at this point she also decided to check me to see if I was far enough along for my epidural…which I was…Once I had my epidural I went from a 3 – 4 to a 10 in 45 minutes!!

As I was pushing Patrick’s heart rate began to drop so they decided to give me an episiotomy to get him out quick…when I saw my baby for the first time I commented that he looked much smaller than Jacob had…I assumed he was maybe 6 pounds (Jacob was 7 lbs 8 oz)…Patrick was also a CO baby and I was convinced I wasn’t as far along as they said…well he was only 5 lbs 14 oz…granted my mother-in-law is short and he is still short to the this day, but I had also been measuring small…

It took us a while to get me moved to the recovery rooms because I couldn’t walk and poor Patrick had low body temperature so Alex and I had to do skin to skin…which was fine…eventually they moved me over…in an Army hospital you don’t have a nurse waiting on you…if I wanted a snack I had to get up and go get it myself…so I had to be able to walk…they also were very anal about waking him to nurse and the poor kid just wanted to sleep…

Only 36 hours later I was ready to leave, but it wasn’t because I was unhappy in the hospital it was because Jacob had stuff going on and I wasn’t about to disrupt his life just because we had a new baby…so yes, my 36 hour old baby went to his first two b-day parties shortly after leaving the hospital…He was fine and everyone got to see the new little man…one was at the bowling ally and the other at pump it up…

On March 6, 2008 (19 minutes before my brother’s birthday) we became parents for the second time and Jacob became a big brother :)…I was 27, Alex was 31, and Jacob was 19 days away from turning 6…

(I have better pictures but like the others need to scan them)

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The Scariest Day of My Life

In the summer of 2004 Alex was heading to Nevada for some military training and we would be moving to another duty station after he was done…so rather than Jacob and I stay in Florida we decided that we would go to the Pacific Northwest where we both had family with cousins for Jacob to get to know better…

That September my dad had flown to Illinois for his high school class reunion and then flew out to Washington to see us four older kids and our children…The afternoon he flew in my sisters and I decided to meet up for dinner at Laura’s house where he was staying…that morning my throat had been hurting and my gut told me to stay home, but I really wanted to see my dad so Jacob and I went to the airport to meet him and then head to my sisters…

We were all hanging out down stairs, when my brother-in-law went upstairs with the kids to play in my nieces room…he had been in there with them the entire time…he step out for one minute to check and see if dinner was ready and we were actually headed to go upstairs tell them that it was when a neighbor came running saying one of the kids fell out the window…Angela started saying, “Jacob fell out the window”…Laura went straight outside…Angela went straight to the phone…I went straight into denial think, “they are lying, they are picking on me…”  to fear, “oh my God, my baby is dead, I let Alex down…” to hearing that he was crying, and thanking God that he was alive and praying that he was ok…

The first person to get to Jacob happened to be a volunteer fire fighter who knew exactly what he was doing…he had been working in his yard and saw it all happen…eventually they came to get me saying that he was crying for me, so I started to head out to go be with him, but then someone mentioned blood and I started to freak out again so my dad had me go back inside…

I eventually calmed down and headed out to be with him, but a police officer had questions to ask me, so I wasn’t by his side until we were in the ambulance…we went to the local ER in Vancouver, WA…my first questions to them was I need to call my husband, he is in Vegas, he needs to know…they told me to wait until we knew what was going on…so I called my mom and spoke with her on the phone…My dad and sisters took my car and met me at the ER…

They decided that they were going to life flight him to a larger hospital over the river in Portland and told me to call my husband…I only had the number to his hotel room and knew that he would not be there…but I called the front desk first (on base) and told them what was going on…they put me through to the control tower…at first when they found him they told me he was flying (my husband is not a pilot)…I told them that I didn’t care, my son just fell out of a second floor window and I need to talk to him now!!  Well it turns out he was in class…they pulled him out…my sister Laura spoke to him first, but I was pretty upset by that point…Alex wasn’t able to fly out until the next morning so he had to sit in his room all night thinking about our son…

When they life flighted him at first they told me that I would be able to go with him…but then I guess because of the amount of medical staff there was not room…they had also sedated him, so he did not know that I was not with him…when we got to the hospital he went straight into surgery, I had to sit in the ER and go through in processing and what not…My sisters and dad and I then went up to the surgery waiting room and waited for hours…in a way it was nice because we just got to hang out and talk, my dad told us stories about growing up…not under the ideal circumstance…but there were a lot of miracles to this horrible event in our life…I also spoke to my mom on the phone while we were waiting and told her how scared I was that my smart baby (he was about to turn 2 and a half and already recognized the entire abc’s) would not be smart or that he wouldn’t be able to walk again…

Finally around 2am he was out of surgery and settled in the PICU where I could go see him…my dad decided to stay at the hospital with me and my sisters headed home to get some sleep…My sister Angela was going to get Alex from the airport in the morning and Laura was going to get my dad and I so we could get some sleep once Alex was there…

When I walked into the room to see him I know I said something, but don’t remember what it was…The nurse told me that his heart rate sped up when I spoke and that that was a good sign…it meant that he knew my voice…he was still sedated and would be fully sedated for three more days to monitor the swelling…

I stayed in his room for quite a while, but they told me that I need to get some rest…that the hard part was coming, he was resting now and was well taken care of…I went into the family sleeping are, but just could not sleep…I walked around the hospital with a blanket wrapped around me…I did find the Chapel and wrote a prayer request in there…

Eventually the morning came and Alex and Angela got to the hospital…I went back to our apartment and got some sleep…that afternoon I went back to the hospital…Jacob was fully sedated for three days and then for about another three says they slowly wore the sedative off…then for 2 days he was in the infant toddler ward before they moved him over to the inpatient therapy ward…during this time my sister Laura visited me at the hospital everyday but one…on the day that she was not able to, her mom (my dad’s ex-wife) came and stayed with me…Alex and I handled this event very differently…he stayed by Jacob’s side almost the entire time, unless he had to eat or go to the bathroom…I was in there a lot, but had to get out and be social…I needed to take mental breaks from it all…so having family come visit was a much needed blessing…My dad, sister Angela, my brother Mike, and his family, and Alex’s brother Chris and his family also visited us…

Right after I spoke with my mom on the phone the night of the accident she asked if I wanted her to come out (they were living in England)…I don’t remember my answer, but when I hung up I remember it was still up in the air, or so I thought…when she called me back she already had her ticket…she was flying in the afternoon that my dad would be leaving that morning…

Another visitor we had was my dad told me to request a Priest…it just so happened that an Air National Guard Priest from Portland had been starting at Tyndall that spring and had come back…so I asked the hospital chaplain to please find him (I think I knew the Parish, but can’t remember) and have him come see us…which he did…My sister Laura’s Preacher came out too

When Jacob was first admitted to the hospital we were told that his recovery would most likely take 6 months…Every week in the therapy ward there is a team meeting with all of the therapists, drs, and parents…that Tues we had our first meeting and they told us it would be our last…he would be discharged that Thurs…

When Jacob left the hospital only 17 days after the accident they told us that the only therapy that he would need would be speech…he walked out of the hospital…about a week later when the speech therapist came to evaluate him, he did not qualify for speech…he was approved to go back to gymnastics…and other than the ugly scar on his head you would have no idea anything had happened…

He has had some OT and Speech off and on since the accident, but I am not really sure if they are because of the accident, but because of the accident he sees a pediatric development specialist yearly and it was when he was 5, that he noticed some things needing those two services…after a summer of therapy he didn’t need it anymore…over Christmas break when he was 7, I was the one that noticed he needed services again…it was never his teachers that noticed these things, because they subtitle and not obvious…but because of his accident he was able to get the services needed to improve them…

As most reading this know today Jacob is a competitive gymnast working on moving up to level 6, he plays baseball (which we were told he would have trouble with hitting), soccer, basketball, and bowling…our current base has had all-star teams for basketball and baseball and he was selected to both…for soccer he was chosen to kick a goal for a tie breaker, in bowling we were told her need to move up to work with a better coach…Academically he is two years ahead in math, this was the subject that the injury was supposed to make hard for him…he is delayed in reading and writing and pretty much all of Language Arts, but we do not really think it is because of the injury, but more because he is a boy, and a very active one at that…

Jacob is our miracle baby…we did not plan him, God did…he was supposed to have a DNA mess up, but didn’t…and he fell out a window and recovered in less than three weeks…I see the hand of God in my son daily…He also has some awesome prayer skills and somehow knows how to speak to God directly and get things done…

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