I was in labor all day - induced because he was two weeks late. I remember telling the doctor we were both getting fat and furry. After 15 ours of labor, the obgyn said, "The baby's heartbeat is showing signs of distress. We are going to have to take him.." We had been through every stage of labor the books describe and my poor husband stood in the gap doing chores his usually weak stomach didn't take. When the doctor said, "C- section", I said, "How many minutes?" He answered, "What?"
"How many minutes until you make the incision?"
His face showed his level of understanding, "About 30...."
I grabbed the doctor's tie and from my deep within my gut I said,, "That's 7 contractions, There will not be an eighth."
With my arms stopped to the table, the nurse held my eleven pound, twenty two inch baby boy to my face - our foreheads touched and I kissed his wet, pink face.
My sweet boy.
When he kisses me goodnight to this day, he still makes his forehead meet mine - what gift this act of motherhood is.
One of his friend's came by tonight and decorated the front porch with poster board and streamers. The folks that love my kids have permanent rooms in my heart.
He will take his 34 on the ACT, his National Merit Scholarship, and the W. W. Allen Scholarship from OSU and leave Union High School for Oklahoma State University. I hope he takes with him.... a competitive spirit that accepts nothing less than the best, a tender heart that offers protection to those in need, a compassionate hand to those less fortunate, a tenacious attitude not to be denied, a work ethic that surpasses all others, the humility of a man given great gifts, and the strength and courage God gave Joshua.
Joey and I had dreams for this sweet baby boy, but our dreams fell short of the gift God gave us in Wade Garrett. He is all things good and kind, sarcastic and arrogant, competitive and competent, intelligent and faithful, loyal and true.
We love you sweet baby Wade...to the moon and back.
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