Eleven years ago I was very pregnant for our second child, and firstborn son, Logan Zane. We had been told he was due on the 28th of December. Since we usually traditionally travelled up north to spend Christmas in the cold snow laden wonderland, we were a little disappointed we would not be heading up for the holidays. I even started praying that if the baby’s health was not going to be adversely affected, that I would deliver early enough to go home for Christmas!
Sure enough in the wee hours of the 11th of December, two days after my own birthday, my water broke. I woke up Steph, and the usually calm, cool, and collected man, sat up, looked freaked out and said, “What? What are we going to do?”
“We are heading to the hospital. Since Rykauna came quickly, we need to go soon,” I replied.
Before we left, we knew we had to call our friend to come over and watch Rykauna. Unfortunately, this was before the days of texting or wi-fi... this was the days of dial-up! Our babysitter’s hubby was on the computer checking hockey stats so we could not get through on the phone to them. Yup, it was 2am and their phone line was busy! Finally after about half and hour, we decided to give up calling, and get our boarder to watch over Rykauna for the rest of the night. We woke up our boarder (who was a good trusted friend of ours) and told him under no circumstances was he to leave for work without making sure another adult was in the home. We explained our situation and said we would keep calling throughout the night and make sure our babysitter was sleeping on our couch before he left at six for work. Sure enough, we were able to get through to our sitter shortly thereafter. We both breathed a sigh of relief.
Logan arrived at 8:30am after the most relaxed, painless, and easy delivery. I felt no pain, slept the night, and exerted no effort delivering him. I can honestly and thankfully say, it was a total breeze. He was a content baby that was truly a joy to have around. He did cause us some major stress though. He took febrile seizures twice, and had seriously scary choking episodes on at least two occasions. He seemed to have an immature gag reflex, so he did not react when he was choking other than going beat red and tearing up. He regularly had minor choking events. I remember thinking to myself one day,” if this kid makes it to age two it will be a miracle.”
Thankfully our little miracle is eleven now. Logan is a wonderful son whom we love very much. He is friendly, affectionate, hard-working, and active. He loves almost all sports including hockey, soccer, football, badminton, Frisbee, volleyball, and swimming. As his blessed parents, our prayer for Logan would be for God’s richest blessing and mercies to be poured out on his life. Happy Birthday Logan!
It was a relatively warm December day, making it possible to stay out for a full two hours of outdoor play!
Opening up a gift from one of his friends. I love the way Li Lin is hugging him tightly here.