At the hospital, right after Jordan was born. 7:56 a.m. Friday, July 13th
This was actually the day we got to go home, one week later from the Children's Hospital in Columbia, MO. He had to wear a hat for his pictures because he still had the PICC line in his head. See the bump on the right side.
In the NICU, trying to get Jordy to eat. He has a PICC line in his head and feeding tubes in his nose.
This was the day I was released from the hospital. Mom and Jayce picked me up and we drove up to Columbia. Jayce didn't know quite what to think about his little brother. I think he wanted to make sure I wouldn't forget about him.
At home and very content.
This was taken around Christmas time, around 6 mos. old.
With Uncle Pete
With Memaw almost one year old.
At the zoo with brother.
Being awnry as always.
All grown up! Jordan is definitely our tough guy. He was born a fighter and has developed into a very determined little guy. Jordan was born on Friday the 13th. He developed respiratory problems early on and had to be transferred to University of Missouri Children's hospital within a few hours after birth. The excitement of a new baby quickly turned to concern and Jared along with his mom and my dad followed Jordan to Columbia. My mom took care of Jayce and I was left to wait until I could get released from the hospital. Jordan was admitted into the Children's Hospital at a level 4 (level 5 being the worst) and mom, Jayce, and I rushed up to be with him the very next day. Jordan was diagnosed with pneumonia and was given a week of antibiotics. This was probably the longest week of my life, seriously. Jayce was sick and I was in so much pain from the recent c-section. Our parents, however, were our lifesavers. They stayed with us the entire week, helped with Jayce, and was just there for support. I don't know what we would have done without them. A week later Jordan was released, and I remember us literally running to the car, afraid they would call us back or change their minds. We just wanted to be home and back to normal. It's now been two years later and since his birth he has never been sick a day in his life, not even a cold. He is very hard headed and determined. He is very easy-going, not a care in the world. He is probably the toughest person I know, hardly cries; which is good because he is also probably one of the clumsiest people I know. He's a smiler and his can't hide a thought behind those big hazel eyes. I don't know what we would do without him and I am so thankful he fought hard from the beginning. He's a great little brother and I can't wait to see what's to come. I'm sure he'll keep it interesting! Happy Birthday Jordy :)
