(from left to right) I think it is Brads mother-in-law, Bernd, David (the star with the tie), then my brother Brad, ? behind him, Uncle Rich eating, my moms head peaking behind Susy's, oh and in front there is Erika sitting and my sister Susanne sitting, then my brother Jon at the sink, someones baby at the baby seat. There are lots of more people in the kitchen who I am unable to detect.
Below this is a cute pic of my adorable baby Jordan Taylor playing with a toy phone. Next to him is his cousin Brandon, Brad and Erika's first baby. He is the one that just got married this summer! Next to them must be my younger cousin keeping them entertained....
Below, is the back side of page 45.
This pic of Jordan below is when I caught him smiling. He was still such a small baby to me.
Over the past week, through a series of High Tech ultra sounds I had learned that my baby Micheal was not fully developed. That he had tumors in his kidneys, an underveloped brain and heart. It was as though he STOPPED developing all of a sudden at 4 months term, said the Dr.'s. The same month that Bernd and I had been excommunicated from the LDS Church. Michael was going to die either before birth, or after birth we were told. I had spent a few days crying and then spent the rest of the time working on his funeral, his name, and other preparations.
I had prayed diligently to know his name and felt that Micheal, meaning Who is like God? Gift from God would be fitting. I had prayed as to whether or not to induce his birth, since I was growing too big with water weight due to my body holding a sick baby was trying to buffer the problems. Many of my friends thought that it would be abortion if we tried to induce his birth...however after much prayer, God started my labor one month early from Michaels expected due date (one week after learning of his problems) and we were extremely grateful that God, nature, was doing its job and deciding for us what was best for me and the baby.
In these pics below, you see me, Austin, and Jordan in front of our remodeled fireplace. I see on top of this mantel is my favorite mother and son plate, picture of the LDS Temple, and with cute pics of my children etc....
The pic below is of me finally in the hospital in labor pains ready to deliver my sweet Michael. We weren't sure if he would come out alive or dead.
I had gone in around 12am (midnight) and had spent the night here in this first room. As you can see, here at 7am my two midwives had come in to check on me. Karen Everitt, standing, and Karen her assistant midwife, sitting. I was still laboring slowly, so Karen asked the Dr. to break my water to speed things up. A LOT of water came gushing out since I was mostly water weight. This did indeed speed my labor up and they moved me to another room in the hospital near an outside window. Although I was at the hospital because of the unfairness of the pregnancy and birth, the Dr. (Anderson) was more than OK to go against procedure and allow my midwifes to be the ones in charge of my delicate situation of delivering a baby that we all knew would not live past having his umbilical cord, keeping him alive, cut. If he would live past the delivery. Karen Everitt had had a stillborn baby herself many years ago and she had A LOT of compassion for me and my emotional and physical pain. She was a 'God-send' during a heartfelt situation.