I was six months pregnant when we returned to the US from a 3 year military tour in Germany. Dave’s Dad, Bob was in the Army, and we were to be stationed in . But first he had a 3-month school in San Antonio, Texas that he had to attend. I didn’t want to take our four little girls and move to without Bob and possibly have our baby alone. The girls and I would have been in a strange city where we didn’t know a soul. The decision was made and Heather, Jennifer, Tammy, Diana and I took up residence with my parents in . Bob left shortly after the New Year for his three-month NCOS School in Texas. It was very hard for me to let my husband go, knowing he would not be there for the birth of our 5th child. This was a hard adjustment for everyone especially the girls not having Daddy around, plus adjusting to a new school, country, and full time grandparents!
It was Monday, March 24th and I got up and got all four of the girls ready for the day and school. We made beds, straightened our bedroom, made pancakes and had a wonderful breakfast. The three older girls left for school at 8:55 by 9:30 I was feeling pressure in my back and knew that I was starting labor. My Dad was in the bathroom shaving and I told him I thought we should go to the hospital. He said to give him a few minutes, but one minute latter I knew that we needed to leave immediately. It was hard to convince my Dad to leave but my Mother said “Paul we need to go now”! So I grabbed my suitcase and Diana and headed for the car. Dad dropped Mom and me off at the front entrance of and he took Diana back home. Luckily Holy Cross Hospital was only about 5 blocks from my parent’s home. Mom and I were quite the couple heading for the maternity ward. I was carrying my own suitcase and supporting my 75-year-old Mom under her arm, anyone watching would have thought I was bringing her to the hospital. It was 9:45 by the time I got up to the maternity ward, and I was now having bearing down pains. Fortunately for me Mom had already called the doctor, his office was across the street from the hospital and he arrived about the same time as I did. At 9:51 our sweet, perfect David Andrew was born. I was so excited to have a son!. He was beautiful, a big healthy boy weighing in at 8 lbs 13 ½ ozs. and was 21 ¼ inches long. I have been very lucky to have fast labors this one was only long. Unfortunately I did hemorrhage immediately after David’s birth luckily the doctor was soon able to get the bleeding under control.
The thing that I wanted most to do was to hold my baby and call Bob and let him that he had an adorable son. When I reached Bob he was in a top security meeting and was not able to talk. Bob was allowed to talk to me for a couple of minutes but then had to return immediately to his meeting. Bob was excited about having a little boy and he was worried about me. The two minutes went by too fast but he told me he would call me that evening and we would talk.
Bob’s dad was very excited about his grandson and called the guest quarters where Bob was staying. He told the receptionist to please leave a message for Bob Steffensen that his wife had just given birth to a little boy. The lady wrote a note and left it taped to Bob’s door. The note said “Sir your father called and said that your wife had an eight pound GIRL and that your wife and baby girl were doing fine. When Bob read this note he was really confused. He didn’t know if he had a daughter or a son. He thought that since I was pretty shaky and had lost a considerable amount of blood that I was confused. O well he had had a son for a day, he loved his girls and was completely happy to have another girl. Bob soon called the hospital and I reconfirmed that yes we did have a handsome, precious son.
Bob flew home on Friday and was able to hold and love his son for the first time. David was four days old before his Daddy held and loved him; that was a very sweet and tender moment to see the love a Dad has for his newborn son. That next Sunday, March 30th David Andrew was blessed at my old home ward. Even though David was not even a week old we had him blessed. We wanted David to blessed where family could surround him. Bob had no more leave time and this would be the only opportunity to bless David where he could be surrounded by aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. The only sad thing was that Bob had to leave us that Sunday night and return to Colorado. It was hard to see him go and all of us girls cried.
Our little family packed up and left Salt Lake City for Colorado on June 6th it was extremely hard to leave my mom and dad behind. But it was wonderful to be a complete family again.
David was a wonderful baby. He didn’t cry a lot because he had four big sisters who wanted to hold and spoil him. I was lucky to even get a chance to hold him. He started to sleep through the nights by the time he was a month old. He was having baby cereal by then also and I think that helped him so his tummy stayed full longer. We were all so happy to have a little boy come into our family; I could hardly believe that we had a son. His Daddy always used to tease David and tell him that he was trying for 5 girls so that he could have an all girls basketball team. That must be why David loves basketball; he just had to prove to his Dad that at least one person in this family could make a basket.
We love you David,
And here is the bonus. Representing Dave's nephews everywhere (and I do mean everywhere: Tawain, Virginia, Panama, South Weber, Syracuse, and Evanston). Here's Jacob:
Uncle Doda is Awesome!! I enjoy the "Parties" that he has. He is really brave to invite all the nephews over to his house for a wild night of heated gaming. He lets us stay up as late as we want and we can choose to eat breakfast whenever. The best part is that Uncle Doda gets his hands dirty and plays along with us.
Uncle Doda has to be one of my favorite Uncles. He ROCKS!!!
One last thing is that my Uncle Doda is very very funny.