Oh my baby Hezzie is an amazing creature. He was born on a hot fall day in 2008. I labored at home for a few days. Honestly, he was supposed to be born at home. We had everything we needed, down to a specially braided string to tie of his umbilical chord. My refuge and comfort was my husband. I sat and soothed my aching womb for many hours in a papasan chair , our couch and the shower/bath.
They day he was born my mom had our older kids. She was serioulsy stressed out about the kids being traumaztized by seeing me give birth. So Jimmy and I had a lot of time in the quiet, time with music and time watching X-Files. I watched all the seasons of that show and both movies at the end of my pregnancy. We walked a lot and I used my breathing from yoga to curb the pain.
For quite some time Jimmy and I walked the perimeter of the common area of our apartment complex. We also went to walk in our favorite local thrift shop.
After we had a late lunch the pressure was getting more and more intense. The contractions were stronger and I knew I was getting close. We had lovely neighbors at the time. A young couple hooked on meth and alchol. They were prone to fighting and using colorful words. He was prone to smacking her around and she liked to yell loudly. They were nice people. At one point they were fighting in the stairwell we shared and it was loud ! Their voices carried through the walls and into my home. I was coming undone. I remember yelling at Jimmy "I am going to knock them the fuck down the stairs! Tell them to shut the fuck up!" Yes, I know one of my finer more graceful moments.
They continued fighting and we decided that we should go to the hospital in Banning. I agreed because I was aboout teo push two meth heads down a stairwell and try to breastfeed a newborn through a plexiglass window. I don't think that would have went well. When we were leaving the nice young couple shouted "I thought you were having your baby at home!" I may have shouted something like "Fuck you!" or something else beautiful.
The van ride through the canyon was quiet and long. Well, not any longer than normal but, it was quite and I was getting uncomfortable in the position I was sitting in. I wanted to lay on my side with a pillow between my legs.
We got to the hospital and checked in. I was already at a 7....so close! My labor intensified. I was having hot flashed like my grandpa used to. Mom and Jimmy tried to cool my face down and I almost came completely undone. "DON'T TOUCH MY FACE! I can't breathe when you do that!"
I was at a 10 in no time. The doctor came and finished breaking my waters. Hezzie came out and life has never been the same.
He has grown so much. He excels in some areas and in behind some. He is getting hold with his speech. He has this beautiful strawberry blond hair and big brown eyes. He uses several signs and likes to howl like a dog. When daddy is home he loves to follow him around. He likes to mix things and dance. He likes drums and ukulele's. He likes to sort things and color things. He is a beautiful, colorful and imaginative little boy. If he happens to be our last I would not be disappointed. He is just so amazing.
I only pray and hope for good things in his life...
Momma Loves You, Hezekiah Vincent-Rios S.
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