I called the on call Dr. who said to get to the hospital to get checked ( I felt bad for waking him up, especially when I saw him at the hospital later, to assist in my surgery). I took a shower, threw some things in a bag, we woke up the boys and we started driving to Lincoln. It was about 6:00 am then. I waited until we were just about to the hospital to call my Mother-in-law to come get the boys (she likes to sleep in). I waddled in to the hospital lobby, sat in the first wheel chair I saw, and the boys escorted me upstairs to the maternity ward, while Randy parked.
It did not hit me until right before going into surgery, (when Randy found the first game on TV) that Ben was going to be born on the first day of the NCAA tournament. Looking back now I know why he picked that day to be born. The boy loves basketball. Or maybe it is our fault for exposing him to so much basketball at such an early age. We may never know.
I don't even remember now when I finally got to hold him. I know John really wanted to be the first one in our family to hold him (other than me) and I am pretty sure he was.
Today Ben is a happy energetic 4 year old. His heart is good and he is always on the go. He likes to copy his big brothers, play with his football guys, shoot hoops, practice reading his sight words, going outside (to shoot hoops), sing "This Little Light of Mine", read the phone book, fold laundry, tear up the house, watch Signing Time videos and eat. He likes to make friends where ever we go. We are so blessed to have this little sweetie in our family. Happy Birthday Bennie Boy!