Middle Son

Today is the day I want to recognize my second born son's birth. Today, he turns 37. David was born on my youngest sisters Birthday.

The day he was born was a nice sunny springlike day. I knew about 2 am that this wonderful event would be taking place. I was staying with some friend in our church, as they were giving me a ride to the ST.Charles Still hospital for this momentous occasion. Recalling my first Son's birth, I figured it would be the same and so I had quite a long wait until I really needed to be at the hospital.

When everyone was up and around, breakfast was over, I mentioned I thought I need to be going to the hospital.

I cannot tell you the chaos that announcement caused. Although they know this is going to happen, it was still a very scary situation for those who still had to get dressed and get me to the hospital. Mr. Aires made the phone call to the hospital, then couldn't find his shoes. Mrs. Aires was hurrying around trying to make sure I had everything I needed to take with me, I had been packed for a month, but somehow everything had to be rechecked. Their sons were told to just got in the car and waited. It didn't take us more than 5 minutes to get going. I never saw so much action in my life. Mr. Aires, after a few worried looks, decided he needed to go to church, as it was a Sabbath , and he was doing the sermonett. I think he thought he needed to do all the driving, but eventually left it up to his wife. She and I didn't know what he was so concerned for, she had driven for years and never had any problems. We had to drop Mr. Aires, their two sons and Larry off at another church friends home, So they could all ride to church together.
Mrs. Aires and I broke the speed limit all the way to Jeff City.

We had been expecting this big event for well over a month, as Davids due date was actually February 13Th.

It was another Sabbath, and I was going to labor again. Sometimes I think God wants us to learn things, so he really impresses them on our minds. This was another labor of love.

We arrived and was admitted to the hospital. I was put in the labor room, and the Doctor came in to check my progress. He seemed a little worried, but said it would be awhile before the baby would be born. He left the room, and then came in again in about 15 minutes. To check again. This time he said I was doing good, but that he thought the baby would be born face up, and was going to try and turn him. NOW , if you have ever had this done.. not fun... He did turn him, but, David had a mind of his own, he turned himself right back around. The doctor left the room and came back in and turned him again, and this time David waited until the doctor left the room and turned himself back over again. Now.. for those that don't know.. this little fella was doing rollovers .. not a lot of fun. he wanted to be born face up. I was a really concerned. So I asked Mrs. Aires to call the minister and ask for prayers. I can tell you the exact minute that phone call was made, because David just turned over and everything went like it was suppose to after that.

David was so cute, he had red curly hair, and the doctor wanted to trade me one of his three girls for him. I didn't want to trade.

We stayed about 2 days in the hospital, and then Mrs. Aires came to pick us up, and brought Larry with her. Larry couldn't go into the area where we were, so he waited with the receptionist, and as we came down the hallway, he looked and saw me holding David. The look on his face was priceless. He looked like I had giving him the best present you could give anyone. He was overjoyed!!. Larry was just one year old himself, and couldn't speak yet, But he said... OH! OH! OH!
And he was reaching for him. I let him look at David, and then he, ever so softly tried to take him from me. He wanted to hold his new play mate. David just slept through the whole thing.
David was one of those middle kids that had to learn how to get along with someone older, and someone younger. He always seemed to be having lots of things he had interests in. He loved to be the one in charge, and take the lead. He always seemed to collect things, like books, cd's, Pesie plastic cups ( he said he wanted to build a house out of them some day) and pictures that he took. He is artistic and that showed up very early in his life. He loves music and was great at the piano. He learned very fast which was very much a problem for his music teacher, as she said he was her hardest student, because she had to have new music for him each time he came to class. Most of the students work on a piece of music for weeks.
David was not afraid of a challenge, but rather relished the whole thing. Like when he was trying to learn to ride a two wheel bike. It was a 20 inch bike and he would take a chair out into the back yard, hold the bike while getting on the chair and mount the bike and then ride until he fell down. You see, he was only 5 years old, and not tall enough to get on the bike, but he didn't let that stop him, he was so determined. He was bruised all over from falling off that bike, but he did learn to ride it. ( dad told me to tell that story)
He was all boy, very fearless, and most determined. I never worried about David doing well, as he has what it takes to make things happen. He was a good student and has a real drive to learn and do his best and be the best.
His love of art, music, movies, and film combined with his drive ,has given him a great chance in this world to be a wonderful productive person, who will always do well, at anything he sets his mind to do.
David you have always made me proud and I love you .
All 4 of you kids are unique and have your own personal gifts. I am a very blessed mom indeed.