My oldest son is twenty years old today

I'm looking forward to talking to my son Al later today when he gets home from work. He and his wife live out west as he is in the Airforce.

Time certainly stops for no man. To steal a phrase from my father, "Seems like yesterday" he was just born. It was Mother's Day and we thought his arrival was a few weeks away. We had some nice things planned for Sunday Service for all of the mothers, but it ended up that all our plans had to be postponed. I couldn't sleep throughout the night. I didn't have pain persay, but I was uncomfortable. We had prayed that I wouldn't have pain...and that was basically answered...yet I had no trouble understanding it was time to go. We called our parents (both sets lived about an hour away at the time) and went to the hospital. Well we didn't go straight to the hospital. My darling husband ever responsible couldn't get ahold of a few parishioners by phone to tell them church would be canceled so we went around town to tell them first. I was NOT HAPPY about that. I admit I YELLED at him.

When we arrived the kindly nurse saw I wasn't in great pain and thought I'd be several hours and so she didn't examine me. She told us, "Your doctor is in church. so we won't disturb her...okay." Meanwhile..I couldn't get comfortable and to make matters worse they put a machine on me to determine how far apart the contractions were and they wouldn't let me walk . I remember John and I were in the room alone with the nurse just outside....I said I've got to push...and like a flash she was there and determined I was ready to have the baby at any moment and my doctor still had not been called. Turns out Al was in a little distress and the birth had to happen quickly. Thankfully, within 10 minutes the Doctor arrived and we were on our way. Since I didn't have a lot of pain they told me...Okay your having a contraction it is time to push. So at 12:29 a.m. , about the time church would normally end, Al was born.

Meanwhile my Mother had arrived at the hospital asking for me...and accidently using my maiden name....only to be told there was no one by that name at the hospital. She finally came to herself in time to see me being wheeled from the delivery room. She rushed to the nursery where she was able to hold Al before John and anyone else....a fact she recalled with glee for years to come. John's folks were also on hand and thrilled at the new arrival. My Mom in law stayed and helped us for a little while after everyone else left.

Anyway...it is nice to remember. Both my boys are a treasure...and I know God will not forget that we raised them the best we could in the knowledge of the Lord. God will not have His Word return void.