Uncle Jordan & Sephora

I called my only sibling, my brother Jordan, at 9am the morning of Sephora’s premature birthday, due to my preeclampsia and her Trisomy 13 diagnosis, and asked him if he had any plans for the rest of the day.  My husband was working, and at that time I didn’t feel my medical situation merited me asking that he leave work, however, I needed a ride to my doctor’s office, because I was so uncomfortable and didn’t sleep the night prior to waking up.  Before my brother and I left, I made myself a sandwich, sat down to eat it, took a bite, and nearly threw up.  I knew this was not a good sign, because I hadn’t eaten since 7pm the night before.  By the time I made my sandwich, it was 12 noon.  Jordan took me to the doctor and sat with me until I was called back through the hallway.  I invited him to come back with me so he wouldn’t have to sit by himself, and because I didn’t want to go by myself.  The nurse escorted him to the room where I’d be seeing a midwife to figure out what was going on internally with my body, while I was having my protein, weight, and blood pressure checked.  When I finally walked into the room where Jordan was waiting for me, he knew something was wrong by the look on my face, and I’m sure by the way the nurses were insisting I lay down for a few minutes.

The midwife who saw me that day, Angie, told me “You are going to have to head over to triage.”  I knew in the back of my mind, this would probably be the last visit at that office where I’d actually be pregnant.  I would never admit that out loud.  We walked across the parking lot to the hospital, got situated in triage, and waited.  I remember telling my brother I was pregnant.  At the time, he was preparing to head off to school for the Air Force.  He looked at me and said, “I don’t think I’m ready to be an uncle yet.  Can you hold this baby off for a while?”  I just laughed at him, and told him I’d do my best.  Now here we were, waiting and listening.  Waiting to hear how sick I actually was.  Listening to the sound of Sephora’s heart beat and movements on the monitor.

That day was such a crazy day.  When my brother and I realized how ill I actually was, Jordan called my husband Chris, who left work and came straight to the hospital. Jordan and my husband were in and out of my hospital room, making calls to friends and family, trying to take care of our large Siberian Husky dog, and making sure we’d had everything we needed for our stay in the hospital.  Moreover, my brother had to run home and get everything he needed for “drill weekend” at his base early the next morning.  After hearing the doctor’s decision to take us back for a c-section, my brother went to wait with the rest of our family and friends staying up most of the night as he had to be at drill in the wee hours of the morning–my brother did not sleep that night.  At approximately 11:30pm, everyone who was waiting to see us, got the opportunity to meet Sephora.  A few even stayed to hold her back in my room, once we got situated.

I love my brother for spending the day with me for Sephora’s beautiful birthday.  I think his new title of “Uncle Jordan” looks good on him.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7  Love is patient and kind.  Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude.  It does not demand its own way.  It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged.  it does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out.  Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.

Uncle Jordan admiring his brand new niece, Sephora

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2 thoughts on “Uncle Jordan & Sephora

  1. We have 2 very extraordinary children!! Strong and brave little soldiers! we love you both so much! Thanks for blessing us every day! Love, Love , Love!

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