{"id":699,"date":"2013-02-24T21:21:44","date_gmt":"2013-02-24T21:21:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kandynolesstevens.com\/?p=699"},"modified":"2013-02-24T21:21:44","modified_gmt":"2013-02-24T21:21:44","slug":"a-score-minus-four-years-ago-today","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/?p=699","title":{"rendered":"A score minus four years ago today"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_700\" style=\"width: 507px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/kandynolesstevens.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/02\/sawyer-baby.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-700\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-700\" alt=\"Always loved those cheeks!\" src=\"http:\/\/kandynolesstevens.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/02\/sawyer-baby.jpg\" width=\"497\" height=\"662\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/sawyer-baby.jpg 720w, http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/sawyer-baby-225x300.jpg 225w, http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/sawyer-baby-624x832.jpg 624w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 497px) 100vw, 497px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-700\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Always loved those cheeks!<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Sawyer:<\/p>\n<p>Sixteen years ago, I woke up that morning after a fitful night of sleep to put on my warmest clothes, grab a suitcase, and head out into one of the coldest days I had ever experienced. \u00a0We arrived at the hospital a little before 7 AM, and we were getting\u00a0ready for a potentially long day or days.\u00a0 Back then the maternity floor only had one birthing suite, and we were there getting settled.\u00a0 \u00a0When all of a sudden in came a former doctor who staked his claim, and we were booted to the less fancy room down the hall.\u00a0The\u00a0morning nurse apologized over and over . (All I kept thinking was \u201cOf all the nerve!\u201d If it wasn\u2019t such a big day, I probably would have told him off. As far as this Mama Bear goes, it shows his lack of class.)<\/p>\n<p>I was there for a scheduled inducement as I was a full 10 days past my due date.\u00a0 They hooked me up to all sorts of things, and then we waited. Of course, Reed (also induced) took a long time to arrive; so I planned on making this a couple day thing. One of the things I remember clearly was how incredibly hungry I was, but ice chips and popsicles were all they offered.\u00a0 (I do remember more than once trying to convince your dad to sneak out and get me some little chocolate donuts. He didn\u2019t, and I asked him whose team he was on anyways.)<\/p>\n<p>Boredom eventually overtook us, and I asked if we could at least walk around that floor of the hospital.\u00a0 With pull cart in tow, Dad &amp; I made enough laps around the hospital that I earned the amounts needed for the health and fitness challenge at work.\u00a0 I even tried to convince them later that giving birth should count as work-out points.\u00a0(I must have been convincing because I won the most creative work-out that year.)<\/p>\n<p>Eventually I started to feel some pain, and man, you would have thought a visiting army was coming into town.\u00a0 I scoffed.\u00a0 \u201cWe aren\u2019t having a baby yet.\u00a0 It\u2019s only four in the afternoon.\u201d\u00a0 A classmate\u2019s mom, who was our nurse that day just smiled and said, \u201cWell, it\u2019s better to be prepared.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Within in an hour, Dr. O was there and between pushes, he and Dad were watching television.\u00a0 Strangely, I can remember that first, the weather man brought a cup of water outside and threw it into the air.\u00a0 It was ice before it hit the ground.\u00a0 There was also a terrible violent gang\u00a0act on the news, and all of us had a conversation about how we were so glad we didn\u2019t live there.\u00a0 The news was finally over, and the guys switched the channel to golf.\u00a0 I was too busy with other things \u2013 like pushing &#8211;\u00a0to protest out loud, but in my mind, I was thinking of all the things to watch \u2013 GOLF!<\/p>\n<p>Sometime in there, a call was made to one of your sets of godparents who brought Reed and Grandma Sheran to the hospital for the big arrival.\u00a0 They were right outside the door the moment you arrived.\u00a0 6:18 pm \u2013 Nannie loved that number because those numbers were the same as her birthday.\u00a0 And there you were!\u00a0 It was love at first sight.\u00a0 Well, at least for most of us, Reed who never liked to be dirty, proclaimed, \u201cEww (with wrinkled up nose), is this my new baby brother? He needs a bath.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Eventually, I walked to the regular room which earned me quite a reputation for being one tough momma.\u00a0 The truth is that had more to do with you.\u00a0 You were just plain amazing.\u00a0 Easy delivery . . . easy to raise, and for that we are blessed.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s like the card we gave you this morning says, \u201cEvery hold my breath moment has been worth it.\u00a0 You have grown into an AMAZING young man.\u201d\u00a0 We are so blessed and honored that God chose to give you to us!<\/p>\n<p>By the way, I did get my little chocolate donuts that night, and every time, I have one I think about one of the most wonderful days in my whole\u00a0entire\u00a0life.<\/p>\n<p>Happy Sweet 16<sup>th<\/sup>, Sawyer!\u00a0 Even though, I didn\u2019t know what lie ahead for us all those years ago, I do know one thing for sure.\u00a0 God has mighty and amazing plans for your life!<\/p>\n<p>I love you!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sawyer: Sixteen years ago, I woke up that morning after a fitful night of sleep to put on my warmest clothes, grab a suitcase, and head out into one of the coldest days I had ever experienced. \u00a0We arrived at the hospital a little before 7 AM, and we were getting\u00a0ready for a potentially long [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2],"tags":[15,64,416,574,604],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/699"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=699"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/699\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=699"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=699"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=699"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}