Ubby- K-K

I've been thinking lately that Ubby's name should be changed to K-K. That's the name he goes by in the Wii and he likes it better. So, now the story of K-K's birth (two days late): And, as with Doe's birth story, this is long.

We moved from Kansas to Colorado in January 2003. I was 7 1/2 mo. pregnant. Thank goodness for the moving company.

I felt no sense of disdain of being pregnant. No heartburn. Not too uncomfortable.

On Sunday February 16 (3 days before due date) I woke up at 6:05 with a contraction. I can sleep through all false contractions. I had to with child #2. So I knew this was the real thing. I laid there and almost all my hopes were dashed when I didn't have anymore for a while. 6:18 was my next contraction. And then 6:31.

I got up to shower, thinking this would be a while. THREE contractions in my 10 minute shower.

Chaos when I came out and told BA Baracas I'd had 3 in the shower.

We couldn't get hold of his cousin to watch the older children, so while he was showering, I walked down 4 houses to ask the neighbors in our ward to watch the kids.

We left the house at 7:30. It took 30 minutes to get to the hospital.

The emergency room admittance lady was taking things much slower than I thought necessary. In fact, everyone was much more relaxed than I thought necessary. Got to my room, changed into my beautiful prom dress...I mean the usual garb. Waited another 20 minutes (It's now about 8:40.)

Urgency in the nurses voice as she realized the doctor wasn't there and the baby almost was.

9:25- I insist on an epidural. I was going to try it natural. But it just hurt too much.
9:26- please give me an epidural
9:27- I really would like an epidural
9:28- NOW!!!

9:35 doctor gets there at the same time as the anesthesiologist. Says something like- Why don't we try breaking your water to see if that helps the baby come.

9:36- breaks my water. While he is turning around putting the crochet hook on the tray, I push K-K's head out. I'm in too much pain to wait for the doctor. And I did NOT want him to tell me to wait.

I say something like- "I think the head is out" to BA. He informs the doctor. Chaos again. The head is indeed half way out. No baby bed in the room. None of the other "stuff" that is supposed to be there. Urgency in the nurses voices as the entire floor comes to a halt to get my room ready for this baby.

9:36- the rest of the baby is born. I have gone to the edge of my pain threshold. I am changed forever. And we have our beautiful K-K.

He doesn't cry (none of our kids did). He looks around. Gets looked at by the pediatric doctor. He has fast breathing and a few other things. I hold him for a few minutes and then he's down to the nurses station so they can monitor his body temperature, breathing problems, and a few other things.

We get to go home 3 days later.

K-K is a very passionate boy. Around the age of 3 I had a really hard time with him. For a few years. He had melt downs regularly. Three to four times a day. I learned a lot. Preschool saved us both. I had half a day, 2 days a week without having to deal with his melt downs. And then I went to PTC. His teachers LOVED him. I was surprised, to say the least. And then I felt like a bad mom. Those two women had more good things to say about him than I could. And then I changed my attitude. I embraced all that is good about him. And I tried to help him grow out of the bad things. And the things that couldn't be grown out of, we just deal with.
He loves stuffed animals. He always has. He is my only child who has no natural fear of real animals. He is a people pleaser, most of the time.

From about the ages of 4-recently, he was more obedient to Sarah than he was to me. And she wasn't as nice to him as I was. Go figure. He loves his brother and sisters a lot.

He loves getting things done on lists. We have chores on little cards that the kids do. He does his in order and finds great pride in moving his to the "done" peg. When it's time to go to the store, he wants to make a list. Even if I'm only getting one or two things.He loves Pokemon. He hates to be embarrassed. You cannot discipline him by doing it in front of anyone else. He will not respond. He gets excited about things. Really excited. He is a great swimmer. He has no fear of water.

He is an amazing singer. He loves to sing and although at first he felt a little bad that Boo would always tell him to stop singing in the van, now he sings just to bug her.

He is incredibly bright. He remembers almost everything. Every teacher he has had has told me this. His memory is amazing.

He loves to cuddle. With me. He loves when I go on and on talking about anything that has to do with him. He would stay put for hours if I went on that long about him.

About a year ago he stuck his tongue out and said, "Look, I can do the hula with my tongue!" He is often funny without meaning to be.

He is very sensitive to the Spirit. In fact, yesterday as we were driving home from Walmart, "I Feel my Savior's Love" was playing in the van. He said to me, "Mom, I feel the Spirit right now." He tells me whenever he feels the spirit.

I love him. Through him I have learned a lot about myself. I'm sure he'll continue to teach me a lot. I wouldn't be complete without him in my life.