It was around 11 o'clock in the morning that we got the call that my sister-in law Alli had her water broke by the doctors and was now in labor. We all got around and headed up to the hospital, I was so excited I couldn’t stop smiling. As we drove down the road, I could have sworn we were getting stopped at every red light. We finally pulled up into the hospital, being there for a minute made me nervous. Not sure if it was because of all of the bad things that have happened there in the past, just brings back a lot of bad memories. I knew this couldn’t go bad though, this was the day I got to meet my niece or nephew, nothing could ruin that. 

When we got up into the room Alli was still having contractions, but still no baby. The contractions seemed bad, but not unbearable. We could tell she felt confined or that there were to many people in the room, so the majority of us went to the waiting room. As we sat there our family was laughing and having a good time, while most of her family sat there quiet. Joking around always and talking made the time go faster. 

All of the sudden we saw  my brother come walking around the corner, when he seen us his face lit up and he  yelled “it’s a boy” and we all stood up cheering, smiling, and hugging each other. We all piled into the room to see the new addition to the family. He was like an angel; I had never seen anything more perfect. Seeing my family around me hold him, made me feel so blessed. After my mom, sister, and dad got to hold him I did. Right when my brother started to hand him to me, I started to tear up. This heartbeat I had been hearing and those little feet I had felt kicking before, and I could finally kiss those tiny little feet. As he lay there in my arms, sound asleep, he had a little minion hat on, and these little  chubby cheeks that reminded me of marshmallows. This day could not have gotten any better. 

When it was finally time for them to be able to come home, everything was ready for them. He was never really a fussy baby, he loved being held, fed, and for someone to be holding him while he slept; as long as he got those few things he was set. For a few months there really wasn’t anything to do with him, because he was mainly just sleeping and couldn’t walk or talk. But once he was able to start walking, he would be wobbly but still kept on improving. We all would laugh so hard watching him try to get the hang of it. But  once he got the hang of it, there was no stopping him, he started running everywhere but he always was super clumsy so he’d be running into things 24/7. Jess has always been tough though, he’d fall or hit his head hard and just get back up, like it didn’t even phase him. 

Over the past 2 years, we’ve only gotten closer. From always watching movies together, playing with his toys, sitting there eating, playing outside, no matter what we were doing we almost always had fun.This whole last year up until the past few months he had a really bad attitude, and was super stubborn. When he was going through this phase it made things difficult with him, because you would simply tell him no and he would throw a huge fit. Which was not okay, because my brother, sister, and I were never allowed to even begin to act like that. So it worries me to see him act like that, cause I just figured his personality wouldn’t be like that. But everytime he would throw a fit they would work with him, and he’s been better about it lately.

 I always couldn’t wait for the time where Jesse would start talking, where we would be able to communicate better. And Jesse is finally at that age, his talking is still not the best, but he has gotten so much better about it. We will point at stuff and he’ll say what it is, say names, or if he’s watching a movie and a funny part comes on he’ll laugh. One of the things I hate the most is when he is crying because he  had gotten in trouble, and I can’t comfort him. As much as it makes me sad, I know that it would instantly take away the purpose of getting in trouble. 

My main idea is that every person you meet you create some type of connection with them. Growing up with Jesse definitely made me have different actions then if he had never been born, it has also made me more responsible. Because I have had to watch him a lot so having the responsibility of another human is huge, feeding him, watching him, teaching him. I would have to remember everything I was doing he was watching me and learning. Since me and Jesse would just click we always crack each other up and I am always there to comfort him. One thing that has always made me happy is when I would pick him up and he would lay his head down on my shoulder. The reason it made me feel happy was because he can’t talk yet so for him to do that it meant he felt safe and comforted. Jesse has learned the number two so when we ask him how old are you if we hold up the peace sign he’ll do it back and smile. Everyday when I get home I get to see his smile and it couldn’t make me any happier; he’s by far my favorite part of my day.