February 26, 2017

Mommy and Austin

Eight years ago today, I was in the hospital with a brand-new baby boy.  He was absolutely perfect.  I was so in love with him; I couldn't even believe it.  Austin Scott Jacobsen was born by C-section on the morning of February 26, 2009.  He was 8 lbs. 9 oz., which was large for gestational age since he was about two weeks early.  They poked him every hour to test his blood sugar even though it was always normal.  He's never stopped being large for his age.  Ha! He was slightly jaundiced probably because he was born a few weeks early, but he never needed any intervention.  He was a perfect little baby from the very start.  I remember how much I suffered with pain those first few days.  My mom and dad were in Hawaii and Greg's parents were on their mission when Austin was born.  We were alone for a couple of days before my mom could come and save us.

Daddy and Austin

I remember being in the kitchen with my mom and Greg one evening.  Miles was struggling with his potty training, and I just had a breakdown.  I felt so scared of the dark, winter nights, and the fact that I had so many children.  I was overwhelmed and in pain.  But I'll never forget how sweet it was to pull my little baby close to me, to smell his beautiful skin, to nurse him and to love him.  Somehow, I handled my life, and by the time springtime came around, I was feeling great and happy and loving life with a darling little baby in tow.  Somehow I made it.

My Handsome, 8-Year-Old Austin!

Austin has been such a joy to me for these eight years.  He's loud and gregarious.  He's so full of energy and excitement.  Austin is a great friend to everyone, and everyone wants to be his friend.  He's extremely tall, and very handsome, in my opinion! He's super smart and inquisitive.  He's probably asked me a hundred times lately to fully explain the way a car engine works.  I've tried my best to talk about ignitions and batteries and pistons and gasoline and gears, but he always has more questions that far surpass my knowledge.  And finally, after I had done my best to simplify the explanations until he was satisfied, he laid back in his bed one night, contentedly, and said, "Good.  Now I can build my own car."  He's a smiley guy who always has a plan.  He loves to eat; and he loves to have me scratch his back at night.  He's such a special part of my life.  I am so blessed to have him.

New scriptures!  All ready for his baptism on Saturday.