There isn't a whole lot of exciting things going on in the Daisson household to blog about right now. Our days are pretty routine: school, work, homework, choir practices, gymnastics. The only "new" thing is that since it gets dark by 5:30 here, Jonathan is home more instead of golfing or playing football. So, since there is no new news, I thought I would take you all back in time & tell you about Jonathan's amazing birth story.

Stephen & I decided right before we were married that we didn't want to wait very long to start having kids. We figured I would get pregnant about 6 months after we were married. So, I thought it was odd that I was always tired & craving sleep about 3 weeks after we were married. About a month after we married, Stephen & I loaded up a tiny Uhaul trailer and headed to Lewiston, Idaho where Stephen completed his degree in Justice Studies. On the way up, I was extremely nauseous. Stephen's mom was with us, and after I had visited the side of the road for the 8th time, she said, "Melody, you're pregnant." Stephen & I just laughed and told her we didn't think so.
A few more weeks went by. Stephen & I started school, moved into an apartment & Stephen found a job. I was still really tired, and getting sick every morning. But again, I didn't think much of it because Stephen had just had a terrible cold & I thought I had it too.
Stephen & I were talking a lot about having a baby. Although we assumed we would wait 6 months, it just didn't feel right. So we decided to fast & pray about it. Fasting has always been hard for me, but this fast seemed to wreck havoc on my body. I was so weak, I could barely get out of bed. So I slept alot. Right before we ended my part of the fast (I can only fast 6-8 hours), I had a dream of a little girl in a blue dress, about 4 years old. She looked at me and said, "Mom, you are suppose to have me." I looked behind her & saw the eyes of other children.
I woke up & told Stephen. We decided it was time to have a baby. We started talking about how tired & sick I had been.... then realized I hadn't had a period since we got married. It was Sunday, & it was torture waiting for Monday so we could go buy a pregnancy test.
We bought the test & raced home. I went in the bathroom to take it. I heard a knock on the door. It was a neighbor. I finished the test & went out to join the neighbor & Stephen in the libing room. The neighbor talked on and on and on. Steve & I were dying. Finally, she left. Then all the sudden, we were nervous & it took us a few minutes to gather the courage to go look at the results. Fianlly we did, & we were shocked to find a test that said positive. I was already pregnant! We couldn't believe it!
So, since I had that dream, we assumed a little girl was on her way. We chose the name Nicole Jean, and my mother in law sent beautiful pink blankets & clothes every few weeks. I was so busy with school that I assumed I would decorate the spare bedroom after finals were over. After all, the baby wasn't due until Feb. 14th.
I was at a party for the married couples in our student branch one night in early December when I started to feel ill. I ended up leaving early & going home. Stephen was working, & by the time he came home, I knew something wasn't right. So he called the doctor & she told us to go to the hospital.
We went, and found out I was in labor & already dilating. Our baby wasn't due for 8 weeks. We were both terrified, but were thankful the doctor was able to stop the labor. She sent me home on strict bed rest & medication. A few days later, I went into labor again. Back to the hospital. This pattern continued for 2 weeks. Then one morning, my labor started while in the hospital. The nurse checked me & discovered that my water had broke. Since we were in a small town, the hospital didn't have a NICU. So as the doctor made arrangements for me to be life flighted to a bigger hospital in Spokane Washington, Stephen & our branch president gave me a priesthood blessing. The blessing promised that the baby would not come until it could survive outside the womb and that it would be healthy. This was such a comfort to us & the only thing I worried about during the 30 minute flight to Spokane was if Stephen would make it in time to see the baby born. He had to drive two hours.
So, I made it to Spokane & was rushed to a delivery room. A team of nurses & doctors came in to hook me up to monitors & examine me. The doctor asked me, "Your water broke?" I told him yes. He had a perplexed look on his face & excused himself. I could hear him on the phone at the nurses station talking to my doctor. He was telling her he examined me & my embryonic sac was fully intact. She had checked me right before I left, and had insisted that it had broke. After 20 minutes of conversation, the doctors concluded the the sac had somehow resealed itself, but I was at a great risk to deliver at anytime, so I needed to stay up in Spokane where an NICU was.
I went into labor off & on for the next few days, then suddenly stopped. After being labor free for 4 days, the doctors concluded that I could go home when I was 35 weeks along. I went home, and 5 days later, my water broke for real.
On January 5th, at 11:19am, a baby BOY entered this world. When the doctor pulled him out, we were all amazed at how well my labor went. Because I have cerebral palsey, no one had any idea if I would be able to have a natural birth. I wanted to try & my doctor agreed. As far as labors go, it was a piece of cake. Pushing wasn't a problem at all. I think it was one of the most incredible things in my life. As he was being born, I kept thinking, "I can't believe this, I am actually giving birth." It was amazing!
After 10 minutes of pushing, he was born. The umbilical cord was wrapped around his head twice & there were two knots in the cord that tightened up as soon as he was born. The doctor said, had he been born full term, he probably would have been born dead. It was a miracle he was born before those knots tightened up. After getting over the initial shock that "he" wasn't a girl, I started to cry as they placed my new son in my arms. He was 5 weeks early, but weighed 5lbs, 14 oz, and 19 inches long. He opened his eyes when they placed him in my arms. He was perfect. He could breathe on his own & ate well. The next day, we took him home.
We named him Jonathan after my dad. His middle name is Stephen's mother's maiden name, Spencer. We named him Spencer to remind him of the faithful pioneer heritage he comes from. Later, we found out Jonathan means a gift from God. That, he truly is!