< It was 14 years ago today that I found out I was pregnant with Steve
We were living in New York and came down in January '95 to visit our family and go to some revival services. I was prayed for at those services at Carpenter's Home Church to have a baby.
Although we wanted a child, it was more like we kinda wanted a child. We really couldn't imagine having a child. Neither of us were that crazy about other people's kids. But what the heck everyone else was doing it so why not us?
Anyhow by the time we got back to NYC, I was already having morning sickness. Forget that, it was all day and night sickness! By March I was so sick I was sure I'd contacted some horrible illness maybe AIDS from one of the students. Someone suggested I was pregnant but we really didn't take it seriously. Finally I told Jon I had to find out what was wrong with me. We decided to rule out pregnancy by going to a Christan pregnancy center for a testing. Much to my amazement it came up positive. It was a small building and I screamed down the hallway "Jon I'm pregnant!" I actually started hyperventalating I got so excited. The whole office was laughing at us. We were so excited.
Well the excitement lasted for a few days but the realities of pregnancy soon came back. I lost 20 pounds and a tooth during the pregnancy. I threw up daily 5 or more times a day. It was a tough time. Even my old Jewish doctor felt sorry for me but refused to give me anything for the nausea.
I had 9 sonograms, every time the tech would say "I think it's a girl" Well on the 9th sonogram, a new tech said "Look there's his scrutum" I began telling her "No it's a girl". She told me if it was a girl she had a problem:) That sonogram was on our anniversary and only 2 weeks before he was born. I had a bunch of baby clothes to return.
During the pregnancy I was monitored closely because of all the problems I was having. I had to have fetal monitoring 4 out of the 5 workdays. So I was almost daily taking the subway from Brooklyn to Manhattan. My father in law came to visit in October so he could spend some time with us before the baby came. Our baby had different ideas. During a routine doctor visit, something was going wrong. The baby's heartbeat was declining to the point it could not be picked up. I was taken from the monitoring floor of St Luke's Roosevelt hospital to the Labor and Delivery floor in just minutes. Jon and his dad were somewhere in NYC sight seeing as I was being prepped for a c-section. (remember these were the days before cell phones) Thankfully the baby stabilized and a few hours later, I was able to get ahold of Jon and he came to the hospital. That was Wednesday. The staff slowly induced me and I woke up Friday morning in agony. It was a hard but short labor. He was upside down in a position called "sunny side up" It was rough. When the baby was finally delivered, I weakly asked "what is it" I still thought the tech was wrong. The doctor said "it's a boy". My heart sunk because I thought I realy wanted a girl but then I was handed this little bloody screaming boy, and I definetly became a believer of love at first sight. In my head I have a vivid picture of that moment and it was like pixie dust was sprinkled on us. I had never experienced such an emotion in my life.
Steve was a very easy baby. He became the joy of our life. He slept through the night his first night home from the hospital , never had the terrible twos and has always been a happy easy boy. He's now a teenager and we are all three so close. He's very open with us about things and he is just a joy to have. God couldn't have given us a more delightful son. Steve introduced us slowly to parnethood. He didn't give us too many surprises, thank goodness! sam on the other hand kicked our butts!
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