This morning at 5:18 AM, my Great-nephew (no official name yet) was born. 5 lbs. 14 oz. and 20 1/2 inches long. It’s still very surreal to me that Jake is a Dad. Jake has kind of always been (and probably will always be) my “baby”. I was only 8 years old when he was born, so it’s not that I’m that much older than him, but I’ve watched him grow from day 1. He was my first nephew and he made me an Aunt. I did almost everything with him when I was younger. They even lived with us for quiet a while after he was born, so I helped with everything that I could. I fell in love with him the second I saw him and it only continues to grow. I still see him as a little boy, even though he will be turning 18 in less than 6 months. When he told me his girlfriend was pregnant 8 months ago, I thought it hit me pretty hard, but nothing compared to this. There’s a different feeling between “my baby is going to be a Dad” and “My baby IS A DAD!”
Yesterday when Hallie went in for her checkup, her Doctor was concerned with how little the baby was moving. I’m sure there were other concerns involved (such as how small he was) and they decided they needed to induce her. They basically let her go home and get clothes, go eat something, then go right back to the hospital to get started. Jake texted me around 2:50 PM saying he was on the bus from school to Payson and when he got off the bus in Payson, ran to the hospital as fast as he could just in time for her to be walking out, heading to get clothes, etc. The rest is history now.
Hallie did really well and I’m told she is doing fine and is just sleeping now after being in labor all night. (Her labor was still a good 7 or so hours shorter than mine!) I’m so proud of Jake for being there for Hallie the entire time. She is very lucky to have him and this baby is very lucky he has such a loving Dad.
He is healthy, beautiful, bald (just like Jake was!) and yup… my baby is a Daddy.