Now, fast-forward. It's Lindsay's turn to experience the most amazing day of her life. Laid back Lindsay. And then there's me. Crazy me. A fast-talking, high energy, nervous stomach, nervous everything, scared of the unknown, loving, caring, over anxious sister. So, with that said, I wanted her labor to be as wonderful and easy going as mine was. And with me as her sister supposed to be helping her, I could only think of how I didn't need to royally screw this up for her. I kept telling myself the night before and the morning of... Deep breaths, remember to stay calm, don't get too excited, don't get too worried, be sure she is comfortable, be sure not to smother her, and on and on and on. But at the same time I was telling myself these things, I also knew I would do okay, or else I don't think she would have asked me if she doubted me. Right?!? Ha. Welcome to my head, friends and family - that's how my mind works. Crazy, huh?
So, moving on. Lindsay was in active labor all night and day. Bless her heart. She was in some pain. After not progressing very quickly she decided on her epidural. Once that was taken care of she was much more pleasant to be around (no offense, Linds - I felt your pain!). After many hours, what seemed to our families as a decade of time, the doctor decided a C-section was the safest way to go for both Linds and Jay. Lindsay was upset because that's not what she wanted. John Hawley was asking the doctor his ratio stats on Natural Deliveries vs. C-Sections. And I sat in the rocking chair in the corner in tears. I was sad for Lindsay. I was sad for me (Selfish, I know. But after all the buildup of being in the delivery room, I was 110% ready to play my part). I was nervous for John. It was a lot in one day. But we all realized that sweet Jay just needed to get here quickly and safely. We all hugged and kissed Lindsay and John goodbye and sent them down to the OR.
Thirty minutes later we were introduced to the most adorable baby boy staring our way through the looking glass of the nursery. The feeling I had at that moment. Happiness. Pride. Love. Joy. Peace. Thankfulness. Gracious. He was here. He was healthy. Lindsay was doing great. And John... well, here is the man who didn't hold his nephew until he was three months old... standing there in the nursery, beaming with smiles from ear to ear, and holding his son up in the air for the world to see. Perfection.
James Michael Hawley, II was born on February 2, 2012 at 8:36pm. Weighing 7 pounds, 15 ounces, and measuring 20.5 inches long. Welcome to the world, sweet Jay. My cup runneth over.
Meet James Michael Hawley, II "Jay"
Mrs. Nancy meeting her first grandchild
Francy meeting him for the first time
A very happy JoJo
Katie and Phillip meeting their first nephew - they are expecting their first child, John Porter in May :)
One of the happiest days of my life!
Hagi!
Teal and Jay
So tired - it was a long day.
John surprised Lindsay with a sentimental 'push' present - He had his parents engagement ring set into a necklace - so so special. I'm sure his dad would be so proud of baby Jay :)
Unc
B meeting Jay, so gentle and sweet with him
Apparently this photo is hilarious if you ask Buggy
Linds, I've never been more proud of you in my entire life - what a gift that God has given you :)
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