Jameson Rockefeller Linder

Tomorrow Jameson turns 8. I can't believe the day has come that he will no longer need to sit in a booster seat. I know he has long been big enough to not sit in one, but I wasn't ready for that. He is more than ready.

Eight years ago Jer was feverishly working on our first home. We were living in his parents "little house" which is one big room and a bathroom with our two dogs. Think hotel room. Jer would work all day then head over to the house for more work. Lucky for us most of the work was painting, recarpeting and cleaning. Nothing like our latest house remodel with studs slipping out of the walls.

Some things that I remember about June 25th and 26th:
I worked at Bellisima Salon and Julie Bay was my first client that day.
Julie told me I was in labor as soon as she saw me.
I had a rare short day at work so I went home early cause I was so tired and my back was killing me.
I had called Jer and asked him to please come home right after work cause I wasn't feeling good.
My dogs wouldn't leave me alone. If I was sitting they sat next to me. If I laid on they bed they were on the bed.
I was in labor just as Julie had said.
I went in to maternity to be checked and I was dialating, but chose to go home instead of staying.
I should have stayed.
Jer stopped in the hay field to tell his dad Larry I was in labor on our way back home.
We didn't stay home very long.
Upon re-arrival at the hospital we needed to go thru the ER and I laid down in the door way to have a contraction and then again in the hallway. (Laying in the doorway of the ER will get the staff to rush over to you)
Labor was fast and I was sure Jameson would rip our my back.
Jer was amazing and I couldn't have had him any closer.
One of the nurses smelled like cheap hairspray and she yelled at me to stop pushing as I was puking my guts out and my water was breaking.
I thought I peed in the bed.
I hated the jacuzzi and wanted out as soon as they got it filled up and turned on cause it was getting my hair wet.
I needed a c-section cause Jameson was trying to come out chin up face first.
Our parents weren't there cause they all expected that I would be in labor for hours.
Dr. Cahill was amazingly calm and so reassuring.
I saw Jer cry for the first time ever as they wheeled me away for surgery. He joined me within minutes.
Surgery is a blur.
I don't remember anything until I was wheeled back to our room where Jer was holding a yet to be named baby boy that would soon be Jameson Rockefeller Linder.
My dad was my most frequent visitor besides Jer.
Michael Larsen brought Jer breakfast from Andrew & Steves when he came to see us.

Somethings people told me:
The nurses told me Jer was the most calm attentive husband they had seen.
Jer's mom told me when she walked into maternity Jer was walking down the hall holding a baby and latched onto her sobbing.
Jer told me he "was like a duck" calm on the surface, but his feet were going crazy under the water.

For me Jameson was a dream come true. I have always wanted to be a mom and now I have been for 8 years. Jameson is so kind, he loves animals, he is a great speller, likes math and drawing. He is shy and afraid to try new things for fear of not being good. He really wants to win a trophy. Sports "isn't really his thing", He is an early riser. He writes songs and notes telling us he loves us. He picks on his sister and drives me crazy. He loves to highlight in his bible. He doesn't make new friends easy. He loves sloppy joes and tacos. He would eat cheese "not melted" in a tortilla everyday. He loves the Ducks. He will politely decline anything with OSU or the Beavers on it. In eight more years he will be driving. No matter what comes I am his mom and I love him more than he will ever know.

Blessed is me..