“That night,
January 27th 1975, I kept waking up and praying my thanks to
Heavenly Father for the wonderful experience He had given me to be a mother. I
am so grateful for His guiding hand and above all His merciful answer to my
prayers when I called upon Him during my suffering. He has answered my prayers
so directly and so quickly to help me give birth. I truly praise his name
for being a merciful God.” Jeanette’s
Journal Sept. 9, 1976
My due date was
still two and a half weeks away. I was in early labor off and on Saturday and Sunday. I
prayed to the Lord because we had an awful blizzard on the way home from
Sunday School. I was worried that with the drifting snow we’d get snowed in.
I was afraid we wouldn’t get to the doctor in Rexburg from out in Hibbard, six plus miles away.
My labor and the
blizzard eased up Sunday in the afternoon and Jack was able to give his talk as assigned in
Sacrament meeting. Monday I resumed harder labor. I wasn’t sure if I
should head to the hospital yet, but once the contractions got intense Jack
could see I was having difficulty walking around the house. He insisted it was
time to go to the hospital.
I don’t think I
could have made it through it if it hadn’t been for the special blessing Jack
gave me before we went to the hospital, and his strong support being with
me throughout the delivery. We went to the Madison Memorial hospital at 4:00 p.m.
My dad stopped into the labor room to see if I needed a priesthood blessing.
When he heard I had received one, he waved and wished me well and went home to
await the news.
Our Family Home Evening was up in the hospital bringing to earth a choice Spirit of Our Father in Heaven. Jacob was born at
8:30 p.m., 6 lbs. 15 oz., 19 inches long with lots and lots of dark black hair. We
were lucky that Doctor Passey was in the hospital to deliver him, because he
wanted to come in a hurry. The doctor said, “It’s a boy!” and then Jack and I
repeated together, “It’s a boy!”
It was in the
delivery room that Jack said he thought of Jacob to be our son’s name. I had
also thought of that name in the labor room. It was such a special experience.
They wrapped Jacob
up in a little blanket with a warming foil around it. He looked like a
little baked potato when they held him up to me. Then they tucked him into my
arms and rolled me to my hospital room down the hall. By then Jack
had already left the hospital to let everyone know we had a baby boy.
Grandma and Grandpa
Jaynes came to see Jacob in the hospital nursery the next day. Grandma made a
very special effort to visit because she was still recovering from the prior weeks abdominal
surgery. Grandpa helped her walk very slowly. She was
overjoyed to be able to come. Grandpa thought it was really exciting to
have a new grandson.
Grandma and Grandpa
Sommer were in Oahu on vacation, so we told them over the telephone. They
brought Jacob home a darling bib from Hawaii. -Jeanette’s Journal Sept. 9, 1976