Today Jorli turns 6. Okay at about 4:03 A.M. he turned six. This is my memory of the birth of my youngest child.
I had just got off the phone with my real mother, wondering where she was. I was due and she was suppose to be there for the birth of my new baby. I didn't know what I was going to have, because just like his brother, he was a surprise.
My water had broke at home at about 10:30. This was the first time that my water broke at home. I was enduced the other times. I really knew it was time.
Grabbing my already prepared bag of clothes and stuff, we headed out the door. We took Kayla and LZ to my ex Sis-in-laws house. She wanted to go with us for his birth, so Uncle Robert babysat.
I remember being in labor for it seemed like, forever. The doctor finally decided to come over as I was delivering him. I remember the sharp pains stinging through my spine and the ball of my back. I had back labor with my boys. I didn't have any pain meds or an epiduaral either.
"You didn't give her an epidural?", I remember Dr. LaCoco ask.
"She didn't want any", the nurse replied.
At this time, he was just walking in and the EM paramedic was rubbing the crap out of where it hurt the most. I honestly believe I would've come off that bed if it weren't for her. Everyone else sat around, clueless (which made it worse). If you know what natural back labor is, you know what I mean.
"The baby is coming, doctor", exclaimed the nurse.
"Well have her hold on and stop pushing", he said as he took his sweet time washing up.
I was so frustrated because there was no stopping him. He was pushing himself out! The doctor finally made his way over there in time to catch him.
The 9 pound 6 ounce bundle of joy was welcomed with loving arms by his mommy.
Jorli's first word was Jesus. He is amazing and happy little guy. No matter what happens, he is always smiling and laughing. I am just amazed at the little gentleman that he is becoming. He is truly a blessing to me.
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