Jake at 3!
Jake at 13!
13 years ago we welcomed our son Jacob Adam Lautman into the world. It was a Tuesday, the weather was warm and clear, I had a C-section scheduled at 9:00am. At 9:12, he arrived, all 7 lbs. 21 inches of him. I remember looking over at the table where they were cleaning him up, and I noticed his feet. They looked just like Lees. They both have a space between the big toe and the one next to it. Then I remember feeling very tired. The next thing I knew, I was in recovery. I remember seeing my parents and in laws, then falling back to sleep. I woke up in my room, with everyone there. In the afternoon, I got a call from a former neighbor, Susan Farnham. She had delivered her third boy the day before. She was describing eating a sandwich after giving birth to Steven, via natural child birth. I couldn't eat anything because of the surgery. It was wonderful to hear from her and I wished that she still lived next door instead of moving to Cleveland. As the day moved on, we had many visitors. My brother Greg was coaching at U.C. at the time, he called in the evening and asked if he would still be able to come after a spring football camp. I said sure, come on down, I had no idea what the visiting hours were. He ended up talking himself into the hospital at 11:00pm. The day only has a few clear memories for me. I found out why the next day. I had a "bleeder" after Jake was born and lost 1/2 my blood volume. That would explain why all I wanted to do was sleep! We spent the next few days in the hospital. The day we went home it was raining. Jake screamed all the way to the car. He wasn't happy, but as soon as we buckled him into his seat, he was quiet. Jake was a very good baby. He was happy, slept 6 1/2 hours a night at 10 weeks and smiled often. Now that he is a teenager, he is back to sleeping 6 1/2 hours a night. He likes to stay up and isn't really a morning person. I hope he is happy, he seems to be. He smiles, but not always showing his teeth, but he does laugh easily. This creature that is a teenager is new to us. We are now entering a new phase of life. He will become more independent. We will need to learn to let him fall. He will change more physically and emotionally than he will ever imagine, and we will have to learn to let go. It's a bittersweet time. No longer a little boy, not yet a man. One thing will not change, he will always be my son. I hope that we sail through these changing tides with little storms. I am sure that we will face a hurricane or two, but we'll just batten down the family and move through them. That is what you do isn't it? Take care!