Journal entry #9Oct. 11, 1998
This was Jonathan the morning of October 11, 1998.
This morning before I even got out of bed I reached for the phone to call the NICU to see how you were doing. The nurse on duty said that you were doing very well, and that Dr. Bell would like to talk with me sometime in the next 45 minutes. I hung up the phone and hurried to shower and dress. I walked over to the hospital, washed up and came back to your bed. Looking at you I didn't see any real change. You were still hooked up to so many monitors each one having it's own bell or alarm, to warn of vital signs that weren't in the normal range. Cindy the nurse told me that you had rested well, and that she would go and get the doctor. Dr. Bell came beside your bed and said that you are now breathing so well on your own that they felt comfortable taking you off the oxygen! I stood looking at him with streams of tears rolling down my cheeks, I could hardly speak. When I did find my voice I made the comment that your were a fighter, and Dr. Bell said "yes he is"! I couldn't wait to call and tell Daddy and share the news, but I knew he was on his was to visit and he was bringing the girls to see you for the first time. So, I would have to wait to share that news. I sat by your bed for a few moments and the nurse came back and ask if Dr. Bell had given me the other BIG news, I told her no. She said "well today is the day you get to hold your baby"! I was completely shocked, as I stood next to your bed I couldn't let go of the side. Cindy then told me if I came around to the other side and sat down she would hand you to me. I sat down and watched as Cindy lifted you out of the bed like a china doll and then placed you ever so gently into my arms. At first my arms felt stiff as if they moved I might break you or cause you pain. Within a moment or two I could feel the warmth of your body pressing against my arms, and I began to cry tears of joy. My arms softened and I embraced you as I had longed to for the past 2 days. I smelt your skin, your hair rubbed my cheek, and I caressed your tiny frail arms with my index finger. The thought just kept flooding my mind you were created perfect by the Lord, and I love you so much. I held you for about 30 minutes and then it was time for me to go meet Daddy and sisters at RMH. I told Cindy who was coming to visit you today. She said "then this is a very special day and we need to get Jonathan cleaned up to meet his sisters". That is just what she began to do, and she allowed me to help her. Now your are cleaned up and ready for your special visitors, and I'm on my wait to meet them to bring them back. I can't wait for them to see you!