I told this story to Jackson the other night. I don’t know if I had ever really told him before.
On the morning of May 7, 2002, one day before my due date, I went to the doctor to get checked. I had my bags packed and in the car…just in case. I was by myself because Phillip was at work. My doctor told me that I was getting pretty ready to have a baby…4 centimeters with absolutely no pain or signs of labor. So I called Phillip at work and asked him if he was ready to have a baby.
I went to the hospital and got checked in. Soon Phillip, Donald, Donald, Debbie, my mom, Josh, Roger, Cyndi, and Carly got to the hospital for the big event. And we waited…and we waited…and we waited…
I never progressed past a six. I had one painful contraction and then I asked for an epidural. Because I’m a wuss.
And we continued to wait… All that day we waited with no progress. About 9:15 or so that night they could tell that Jackson was in trouble. His heart rate was going down and it wasn’t coming back up. So they decided I needed an emergency c-section.
The cord was wrapped around his neck twice. And I was terrified until I heard him scream.
There he was. Perfect. Healthy. Beautiful.
Jackson Gray Hintze born May 7, 2002 at 9:42 p.m., 7 pounds 11 ounces, 21 inches long
He’s our pride and joy. We would be lost without him.