A Sunday at the cabin

I love Sunday's. It's always a laid back day where we attend church and then come home and don't feel guilty about taking naps. It was nice at church today...most of the crowds are gone, so it's pretty quiet. In gospel doctrine, Bishop Burke taught, and we talked about the Proclamation. It was very good. I know Eri has done what she's supposed to, and yet is still going through a divorce. So hard...and so hard to be away from her where we can offer more support. She seems to have a great Bishop and has gone in to talk to him. I am so grateful for that.

Today was Stephen's birthday. Seems like just yesterday that he was born. The night before (the 17th) we were having halibut for dinner, and suddenly my water broke. It was my first baby, so I didn't know what to expect. Went to the hospital, which was just about a block away. Dr Johnson examined me and said that I could sleep at home through the night if I wanted...I wanted. I actually did sleep and went back to the hospital about 9 in the morning. I was starting to have pretty good contractions. I was in the labor room (back then, no one could be in there with you) and being a small hospital, there were only two beds. Those filled quickly and I was moved to a room outside labor and delivery and down the hall. I continued to go through labor...just felt like cramps to me..and heard these women screaming. It scared me...and I wondered when I would reach that point. The doctor came in to examine me one more time and said that I had hours to go...so to be patient. All of a sudden,about 20 minutes after he left, the pain increased terribly (I still had been given nothing because I didn't need it) and I had this great desire to push...even being a first time mother, I knew that I was about to have a baby. Dale wasn't there...he had gone somewhere...so I yelled as loud as I could that my baby was coming. There was a cleaning lady out in the hall...I remember her dropping her mop and running into the room and grabbing the bed and pushing me back down the hall and into the labor room and through the doors to the delivery room. Another lady was just delivering her baby. Her baby was born, and Dr Johnson reached over and delivered Stephen. It was that quick. He told me later that I should be a brood mare (was that a compliment??) because I was built to have babies. Stephen had turned, anb boom..he was born. I guess I did natural childbirth because it happened so quickly. It was an exciting time. I remember afterwards, and the feelings were incredible...something I had never experienced before. And this beautiful little boy...that God and I had brought into the world. I will treasure that memory forever.