It's been a while since I've talked about one of my kids. So how about Jason?Jason just had his 14th birthday a couple weeks ago (on January 16), and was ordained a teacher in the Aaronic Priesthood. He is a good kid.
Bruce was working part-time for KSL TV when Jason was born. His alarm clock rang at about 4:30 a.m, which must have triggered my water to break, because that is just what happened. When Bruce got up to get ready for work I told him to call my doctor instead. He seemed pretty happy to skip out on work (he hadn't wanted to get up so early, but I guess getting up early to have a baby is better than getting up early to go to work).
Anyway, with Michael I was able to shower and dress and all that stuff after my water broke, so I figured I'd do that this time too. Bruce called Dr. Pead while I got into the shower, and told the dr. that I was showering and getting ready. Then he came in to tell me that the doctor said to hurry up. I didn't need telling; stepping into the tub nearly killed me. I had just turned on the water when I decided that I really didn't want a shower that badly. We went straight to the hospital instead. (Well, first we had to take a slight detour and leave Michael at Melanie's house. Aaaaargh!)
I had an epidural as soon as I got to the hospital (around 5:30), and Jason was born at 6:30 a.m. The epidural didn't seem as strong as the one I had had with Michael; I could still feel quite a bit. So when the doctor said, "I'm giving you an epesiotomy; I hope that epidural is working," I wasn't too happy. That thought was the worst part of the whole delivery. But, fortunately, the drugs were working well enough.
The day after Jason was born a photographer from TIME Magazine came to LDS Hospital. Time was doing a "state of the nation" report, telling about different things happening in different states. And Utah was the state with the highest birth rate. So they got all the new moms and babies together and took our pictures. It was pretty excting! Sadly, my copy of that issue has disappeared. :-( [So if you know how I can get one, let me know! The January 30, 1995 issue; the cover was the Kobe, Japan earthquake.]
Once when Jason was a baby, I spent a harrowing time with him crying and screaming all night long. (At first just Jason was crying, but by the end of the night I was too.) That baby just would not be comforted and go to sleep. Finally, at 6 a.m. I called his doctor, and she said to take him up to Primary Children's Hospital. He was still screaming when we got there and they began every test they could do on him; they checked his ears, listened to his heart and lungs, took urine and stool specimens, took blood, did x-rays. Finally they came in and asked if they could do a spinal-tap because they couldn't find any reason for him to be so miserable. They had me leave the room while they did it, and as I was closing the door behind me I heard one of them say, "This has to be meningitis—I've never seen a baby this upset and not have it be meningitis." That was a comforting thought.
ready to go home from the hospital
Well, it wasn't meningitis. So they started all the testing and checking again. By then his ears were a little red, and they discovered that it was just an ear infection. So they kept us in the hospital over night, and sent us home the next morning with some prescriptions. Little twinkie!
this picture has always made me laugh
I have lots of documentation from when Jason was very little 
because we lived in Tennessee from the time he was eight months old until he was 3 1/2 years old, and I wrote lots of letters home, detailing my growing babies' lives. So, cute stuff about little Jason: Jason really liked cheese when he was about two. He would often ask me for "a chee" (a slice of cheese) or "two cheese" (two slices). He called potatoes "poor-tatoes" and 
spaghetti "poor-sketti" and Hercules "Poor-cules." When we lived in Tennessee Michael preferred milk to drink, but Jason preferred juice (very alliterative!).
When Jason was about seven years old, Bruce and I heard an ad on the radio saying that an agency was looking for child models. So we figured, why not? (Turns out it was actually some kind of modeling-school thing that we would have to pay boo-koo bucks for. I guess that's why not.) Anyway, we took all of our very cute kids to meet these people. They were very interested in Jason, saying he looked like the "all-American boy."
(Does this sound like a singles ad? Written for him by his mother?) Well, it's all true—he is a great guy! But not available for dating for another ten years. ;-)
2 comments:
That's awesome! Sounds like you're going to have a hard time keeping the girls off him. ;)
Ha! He already has a girl who will talk to him on the phone for hours! I don't worry too much because they never actually see each other. But still . . .
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