Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Baptism Day

The Sunday after his birthday, Richie was baptized and confirmed a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  It was a beautiful day, and a wonderful experience!  Richie asked his Dad to baptize him, me to talk on baptism, Gramma Gail to talk on the Holy Ghost, Grandpa Worthy to confirm him and his Grandma and Grandpa Call to give the prayers.  I was so proud of Richie for choosing to be baptized and setting a good example for his sisters.  He is so thoughtful and sensitive and this experience meant a lot to him.  I love him so much and I am so lucky I get to be his mom!


 

This was our little family eight years ago when we blessed Richie. 

This is our little family now, at Richie's baptism.



Grandpa and Grandma Glover with the comforter that Gramma Gail made for Richie to remind him of the Holy Ghost.

Grandpa and Grandma Call

We were blessed to have family join us for Richie's special day.

Super 8!

Well, WAY BACK in August, Richie had a birthday and turned eight!

 I can't believe it has been eight years since this chubby little thing made me a mom!  I wasn't blogging back when he was born, so I haven't shared pictures of him as a baby, or his birth story before.  Richie was due on August 20th, but he was perfectly content to stay where he was (he is still a home-body) and I was showing no signs of going into labor on my own, so my doctor scheduled and induction for a week after my due date.  As if nine months wasn't long enough, that last week seemed to drag on FOREVER!  The day finally arrived and I was beyond ready to have this baby, but when we called the hospital they told us they had a couple emergencies come up and they would let us know when we could come in.  I was supposed to check-in at the hospital at 7 a.m. but they didn't end up being ready for me until about 4 p.m.  That was a long day!

A few hours after being induced the contractions were pretty intense and I was exhausted but not making any progress.  I was so relieved when they gave me the epidural, even though I wasn't dilated as much as they prefer.  Afterward I was able to rest but I was still exhausted and I remember a nurse coming in some time in the middle of the night, and when I heard her setting up instruments I thought, "Am I supposed to start pushing soon? Because there is NO WAY I am going to have the energy for that!"  It turned out that she was just preparing for later and it was not time.

Several hours later I had stopped progressing and there was talk of a c-section.  My doctor had mentioned the possibility of a c-section for some reason I can't remember at one of my appointments, so it wasn't completely out of the blue, but it was still distressing and scary news.  My doctor was the bishop of his ward and was conducting that morning, so we had to wait for him to be done with that before he could come in and make the final call.  Mid morning the doctor finally came in and said it was time to do a c-section.  I was pretty scared, but also relieved that this baby was going to be here at last.

So almost twenty hours after my labor started I was taken to the operating room.  I remember that I couldn't stop shaking and the room seemed so white and bright that I couldn't keep my eyes open.  I do not have a very detailed memory of the anesthesiologist, but I do remember he was really kind.  I had heard that when having a c-section I would feel pressure and tugging when the baby was delivered but I did not experience that, I just remember all of a sudden hearing the doctors say, "Woah!" and comment about the size of the baby and all his hair, and hearing him cry.  I started crying instantly, I was so happy that my little Richie was finally here.  When they brought him to me I was surprised at how much he looked like my husband's newborn picture, it was amazing!  The poor little thing had been stuck in the birth canal for long enough that he had a little bit of a cone-head and he was puffy and swollen, but he was still adorable.  He was also 9 pounds and 21 1/2 inches long!  No wonder  he didn't want to come the natural way!


Now my sweet boy is eight!  What fun it has been raising this smart, funny, kind little man.  I know he would like to have a brother, but he is still a good big brother to his sisters, when he isn't teasing them, of course.

With three summer birthdays in our family, the pool is the perfect birthday activity, so we went swimming after school.  It was one of the last times we could go to the pool before the end of the season and Richie and Sophia spent the entire time going down the slide.  After the pool we had pizza and Richie worked on building the Lego ship he got as a gift.  Richie actually requested that I not make a birthday cake because he doesn't like cake.  He said he didn't want any sort of treat until I convinced him to let me make him cookies, then he requested pumpkin chocolate chip cookies.  It was a good day, but we missed Dad who was rehearsing a show in Salt Lake at the time.  Richie was really excited about this birthday because it meant he could finally be baptized, and I was pretty excited about that, too, and we celebrated that a couple days later.







Josie is enjoying one of Richie's birthday cookies.

I started out helping Richie with this project but he ended up doing most of it on his own.