Headlines of the Lubbock Avalanche Journal the day I went into the hospital were: “No spring fever, just snow, record cold.” We checked in on Easter—the coldest in Lubbock’s history. I really had hoped to have an Easter baby (imagine all of the parallels I could make to that), but Micah took his own sweet time coming into the world – 25 hours to be exact.
I was in awe the first time I saw his face. I was like “there you are. That’s what you look like.” Chris gave him his first bath and there was a lot of joy in the room. I had some serious complications, so I don’t remember much after that, but I do remember the potato salad that my friend Angie brought me. It was so good!
I was in awe the first time I saw his face. I was like “there you are. That’s what you look like.” Chris gave him his first bath and there was a lot of joy in the room. I had some serious complications, so I don’t remember much after that, but I do remember the potato salad that my friend Angie brought me. It was so good!
Micah’s birth was a joyous time, but not always an easy time. There was family drama and my health issues as well as the sleepless nights all new parents experience. I remember seeing my parents drive off and wondering what in the world I was going to do. And then Chris went to work. Good news is my mom came back 4 days later!
I was asked several times given the miscarriages and birth complications if I would do it all over again. In a heartbeat. One of our shower gifts was an onesie and hat that said “I Was Worth the Wait.” And Micah was definitely worth the wait!
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