I remember that eventful day quite well. We had gone to the doctor to make sure everything was alright. The nurse was able to check my blood pressure and other things were normal. She said come back in one month. I was back in less than a day!
Hansung had gone to work, and I was exercising. I kept running to the bathroom and wondered why and I remember feeling pain in my back. It was happening! I called Hansung and told him. He said "Mumuma" on the phone and told me he was coming. He also called Pastor Bill from the church to give me a ride.
I remember thinking that the back pain hurt a lot. I just didn't have anything in me. Then Pastor Bill showed up. He helped down the stairs and into the car. And off to the clinic we went!
When we arrived, they checked everything. I was poked and prodded. I remember the doctor said "Rapid progress". It was then that Hansung arrived at the clinic. This was good for me.
I remember walking up and down as the pain got stronger and stronger. Hansung didn't really know what to do to make me feel better. I thought taking a shower would help. We had planned for a water birth. Why not? I thought to myself.
The water was like a sting ray on my back! That didn't help at all.
I walked around some more. Two nurses told me to come to them. I obediently did what they asked.
I remember being propped up and thinking that it was all very weird and how very, very tired I was. The nurses were talking to teach other. And then they were talking to me.
Someone was telling me to push through the blur. I pushed and the other nurse pushed on my stomach. I remember the calmness after that. I was so tired and the baby, dear little Justin, was fine.
He was so little. And I was so tired. I closed my eyes almost immediately.
They took me to my room and I slept for quite a while. I remember when the nurse came in and gave me my son. What a beautiful little thing he was! I remember the angels came knocking on the door after that. I felt like one was watching us as we looked at each other.
Fast forward sixteen years later. Justin is in his first year of high school. I never really wanted him to be in high school while we were in Korea, but he is in high school. He is studying many different things and doing projects.
He is handsome.
He is funny. He is fun-loving.
He is a bit of a goof-ball! He plays with people. He plays with me. He plays with his brothers.
He is patient. Patient with his father. Patient with his mother. Patient with his brothers.
He is continuously on his phone until I tell him that he needs to get off. Can't win them all!
His father says he could do anything. He just needs to put his mind to it.
He has decided that he wants to be a pilot. We talked about it last night actually.
I saluted him and asked if we were going to get a discount on our travel expenses. "I think so!" was his reply.
We all ate cake last night to celebrate his birthday. Happy Birthday Justin! For your mother, your sixteen years is a beautiful thing!
The LORD bless you, and keep you: The LORD make his face shine on you, and be gracious to you: The LORD lift up his countenance on you, and give you peace. Number 6:24-26