Birth Story

About a week ago I was reminded of one of Christopher's "birth" stories, and I shared it with Christopher once again. It starts like most stories. About 3 in the morning I wasn't feeling well. I wasn't sure if it was contractions, but after a call to the doctor and a call to Nana to come stay with Lydia, we were on our way to the hospital. We arrived at the hospital around 5, and yes I was in labor. We then made one more phone call. You can't call just anybody at that time, but we called Jeff and Prisca. I still remember it so clearly. They told us they were getting out of bed right then, and they were praying for us. WOW! I remember telling my doctor and nurse that I was doing so well because I had people praying for me at that very minute. Now about 7 that morning things got a little more intense, and I decided that Jeff had to get ready for work and maybe the prayers had ceased for now; however, Christopher was born a short time later with little difficulty (enough said). Around 10, Jeff showed up at the hospital with 3 milkshakes (I craved milkshakes with Christopher).

Now jump ahead almost 13 years. We had the band over for dinner, and if you didn't know already, Christopher got a new guitar and should start lessons soon. Well, not only Jeff, but Jr. Tristan, Mike, George, and Harvey, all oooohhhed and aaaahhhhed over Christopher's guitar. They showed him a few chords, tuned it, and played it a little. Some had even brought their guitars and they had a short jam session. Christopher was thrilled! I was overwhelmed! These men took their time to encourage Christopher.

Over the years there have been countless examples of love and support for our family, but as Christopher becomes a teenager, I am more and more grateful for the growing family he has at Coastal, and it all began with a 5 a.m. prayer!