Thursday, September 11, 2008

Seven years ago...


It is 4:30 am and I am getting the last of my things in the car and heading to the hospital to have a baby. It is September 11, 2001. As we were sitting in the waiting room, well I was sitting Justin was pacing, we were watching the local news. The weather was beautiful for that time of year. Traffic was running smoothly with no delays... the nurse calls my name just as the breaking news icon flashes across the screen of the T.V. In the back I change into a gown get hooked up  to IV's drink that really nasty shot of crap they give me in case I have acid in my stomach. Yeah right I am starving!!! I have to pee like crazy because of all the fluids they keep running through my IV. Finally my Mom shows up. Justin is still pacing all this time. My best friend for the day, you know the guy with all the great drugs show up and gives me a shot of Demerol and hurries me to the delivery room where I get my spinal block and lie down for the doctors to do all the work and delivery my baby. A few minutes later Tanner Michael is born 8lbs. 8oz.  21 inches long and not crying. I freak out. He is however doing great just quiet. 

With all this going on the nurses and doctors and even my mom and Justin are whispering in the corners of the room. I start to wonder if something is wrong with the baby or me. Where there complications from the medicine I had to take that they didn't see? His Tanner's heart rate okay? Is my blood pressure and heart rate good? Everyone kept telling me everything with me and the baby was great. But there was still something I could figure out going on. 

Later that night after all the visitors had gone home and things had settled down Justin turned on the T.V. and I found out what had happened in New York, at the Pentagon and on United Flight 93. Every year I am so greatful as I celebrate another year with my sweet boy for all of the soilders fighting to keep him and all of us safe and our freedoms intacted in this country. When I think of all the hours Jusitn works and all the little things that he misses out on on a day to day basis it makes me so thankful for the sacrifice these men and women make spending months away from the ones they love to serve my family. I could never put into words the emotions I feel when I think of their sacrifice. So today and everyday lets keep them in our hearts and prays.  

4 comments:

shinbou said...

It was the best day of my life at that point. Tanner was the first baby in our family and so amazingly cute and quiet. It was so cool to have him born on a day when so many lost there lives. It made us all see the big picture during the tragedy. He is a special special kid, and born as a reminder of what life is all about.

The Pea said...

I just remember mom telling me that I could not come to see him because she did not want me to travel alone. I was so sad I cried because I was scared and because I felt like I was a ton more than two hundred miles away from my new nephew. But you have it right. Our thanks to all of those who fight for our freedom everyday!

The Pea said...

Okay, late comer here.... I just got the name of your blog, super cute!!!

Mandi said...

Hey jenessa, It's mandi Whitmore. I found you on another blog. Hope that's okay. do you remember me? I have a blog also. It's http://www.aboutustwo.blogspot.com/
Check it out. Also my email is: mandeemore@gmail.com if you want to email. Love your blog. Love the story also, what a great day to bring a life in this world. Who would have known it was going to be history!! Hope your doing good. I think i saw you last night at chili's. Let me know if that was you. can't wait to see more of your family and stories.