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My step daughter is 23 years old. I raised her (with the wife ) since she was about 6 years old.
We had a lot of problems with her growing up, and didn't think she would ever change.
She met her boyfriend ( they are going to get married) a little over a year ago. When the wife told me she was pregnant I thought, this is not good...
Her boyfriend is going to be deployed again over to the sandbox and won't be back home for 13 months. He will then have 4 weeks off, and be redeployed to Africa for a security detail, for 12 months...
So, the dad being gone, and not knowing if she has changed, I was having a hard time getting enthused about the situation.
Wednesday she called my wife and said the were going to induce labor at 0530 Thursday. So I got my usual 2 hours sleep and at 0500 we loaded up in the pickup and headed for a small town I grew up in about 130 miles away.
It was a strange feeling because she was in the same hospital that I was born 49 years ago, and my son Travis was born there 14 years ago, and my mother was born there about 70 years ago...
Anyway, at 1730 hours, she finally had the baby. When he came out, the umbillical cord was wrapped around his neck three times, and he looked like he was dead. The doctor and nurses resusitated him, and al was well.
He was small. Just 5 pounds 9 ounces, but is very healthy.
They named him Leland Michael. The Michael was choosen after me.
Not sure where the wife put the pics, so can't put any on right now. O.K, enough ramblin, its been a long week and its time to go to bed
We had a lot of problems with her growing up, and didn't think she would ever change.
She met her boyfriend ( they are going to get married) a little over a year ago. When the wife told me she was pregnant I thought, this is not good...
Her boyfriend is going to be deployed again over to the sandbox and won't be back home for 13 months. He will then have 4 weeks off, and be redeployed to Africa for a security detail, for 12 months...
So, the dad being gone, and not knowing if she has changed, I was having a hard time getting enthused about the situation.
Wednesday she called my wife and said the were going to induce labor at 0530 Thursday. So I got my usual 2 hours sleep and at 0500 we loaded up in the pickup and headed for a small town I grew up in about 130 miles away.
It was a strange feeling because she was in the same hospital that I was born 49 years ago, and my son Travis was born there 14 years ago, and my mother was born there about 70 years ago...
Anyway, at 1730 hours, she finally had the baby. When he came out, the umbillical cord was wrapped around his neck three times, and he looked like he was dead. The doctor and nurses resusitated him, and al was well.
He was small. Just 5 pounds 9 ounces, but is very healthy.
They named him Leland Michael. The Michael was choosen after me.
Not sure where the wife put the pics, so can't put any on right now. O.K, enough ramblin, its been a long week and its time to go to bed
