A Day in the Life of Clara Bae Knecht or Oh Baby!

It's hard to believe that just a little over a week ago on a sunny and gorgeous Saturday morning a phone call came that changed our lives--again.
"Hi Mom," my youngest child, Anna, said. "I'm calling to ask if you can give me a recipe."
For the past few days she was in a flurry of cooking freezer meals, getting ready for the birth of her first child. Of course, I was more than happy to give her the recipe. After we finished that she said--ever so nonchalantly-- "Oh, by the way. I think I'm in labor. My contractions are about 10 minutes apart."
"What??!!" I pretty much yelled into the phone!! "Well, then I'm coming up there--right away!"

(Luckily, the night before Anna called saying she might be close, despite being two weeks out from her due date. I had my bags all packed ready to help during this first home birth experience.)
"Okay Mom, that would be great.  And would you mind bringing some extra pots and pans, just in case." 
At this point I asked where Henry was and could he get those pots and pans?  Not that I minded, but I didn't want her counting on me, considering I had a three hour drive to get there!  (It turns out Henry was at his folk's house helping them with a dry wall project.  I know Anna and I'm sure she minimized the whole thing.  Therefore, I suggested she might want to let him know he should come  home...like...NOW.  
In pretty short order (I admit, I was speeding) I arrived in Moscow, Idaho to a very tranquil and peaceful apartment where the two had everything all but in place (including those pots and pans) and ready to go.
Anna was having some pretty stiff contractions but she was handling it quite well.  I wasn't sure how I would feel watching my youngest child labor for her own child, but seeing the two of them so quiet and loving together gave me confidence I could do this if they could, I thought.
Well, that was a little naive on my part because at one point during the long night I had to leave the apartment.  It wasn't that the midwives weren't doing a good job--they were truly incredible--but Anna had plateaued at about 8 centimeters dilation and didn't seem to be progressing. Plus, she was experiencing extreme back labor. At that point, one of the midwives came into the kitchen to mix up a mild cocktail for Anna, which I really thought should have been for me!!
And still no change in her progress!
I never knew how hard it would be to sit back and let others make the decisions.  As a mom, I wanted to tell everyone it's time to go to the hospital.  As a mother-in-law, I knew it wasn't my place to intrude into their marriage and decisions.  So, I left and on my long walk I called my prayer partner, my dear and wise husband.  He prayed with me and gave me the perspective I very much needed.  After I hung up, I soon realized this was a matter of faith and I honestly felt a peace about the whole thing.  (It's amazing what prayer will do.)

Not long after, Anna did make progress, thanks to two wonderful midwives who knew what they were doing and who showed a huge sensitivity on how to help her.  In short order, she was able to start pushing.  And in just 25 minutes a new little baby  had come into the world--not crying but looking all around.  We were all pretty shocked when we found out they had a little girl, since Anna had convinced herself (and everyone else) sometime ago this was going to be a boy! Henry got to hold her soon after she debuted at exactly 11 PM.  (Everyone was hoping for a 10-10-10 baby, but I'm not sure Anna was willing to hold up the show at that point!!)

I got to spend an entire week in the Knecht home with a darling little girl named Clara Bae Knecht, who weighed in at 5 pounds 15 1/2 ounces and was 19 inches long.  I love both her names but especially her middle name.  Our daughter was named Bae Yun Mee in Korea and it means "Forever Beautiful".  We kept Bae as Anna's middle name and now Clara has it as her middle name as well.
This little doll has lots of hair--brown Henry hair--Anna's almond eyes and both her parent's sweet, laid back dispositions.  It doesn't appear that she has Anna's skin coloring, at least not yet. She rarely gets put in the bassinet and sleeps with them in what the midwives call "Kangaroo care" (on their tummy or close in bed).  

I am not sure what was more a blessing--helping to care for my daughter and that sweet babe for a week or experiencing a home that seems to exemplify unity, quiet and peacefulness.  In fact, their midwife (a pastor's wife), shared with me that any time she has couples in the church delivering with her she assures them that during transition anything said does not go back to the Elders! 

However, in the case of Henry and Anna she knew it wasn't necessary to say that.  And she was right.  All the way through their labor and delivery there was never anything but love and kindness displayed. (I remember transition and I can assure you, I wasn't nearly so nice!) 
Being there with them during the labor and the week following I had the privilege to watch them in action. Their home is a true reflection of Christ-like love and it was and is a joy for this proud mum to watch their wonderful little daughter grow up in that loving environment.
Now if I can only get them to move a little closer!

Introducing David Justus Jude Hostetter

Introducing...(drum roll, please)

David Justus Jude Hostetter...

Justus is the 6th (and certainly not final--no pressure Henry and Anna) installment in The Hostetter Family Inheritance Plan.  Mama and Marmee do believe the boy has hair just like Daddy.  (Affectionately known around here as Viagra hair!!)

I don't know about you, but I'd say it isn't fair that any one could look that beautiful right after delivering a 7 pound 8 ounce baby boy.  And...did you notice the make up is still pefectly in tact??  That just isn't right, if you ask me!!  And did you also notice the buff muscle on Daddy?  Do all fathers hold their baby like that?Wow--pin up parents, for sure!

Of course, how can anyone be one bit jealous when you have such a lovely daughter-in-law, who is a wonderful mother, wife and friend and a son who models the same?  Can't! So, all we can say is:

Congratulations Zac and Caitlin!! 

We love you and look forward to many more!

A Godly Inheritance

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward.  Like arrows in the hands of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth.  Blessed is the man who has a quiverful of them; they shall not be ashamed, but shall speak with thier enemies in the gate. 

This verse, along with a handmade buckskin quiver holding 5 equally handmade Choke Cherry wood arrow shafts, all tipped with deadly sharp obsidian  arrow points, hangs in our home.  It was handmade by a boy who loved all things outdoor and who spent many hours in his bedroom tanning hides with the brains of dead deer.  Those brains were rendered into mush in our kitchen blender!  Tiny slivers of Obsidian sometimes littered his carpet, after all those hours making arrowheads, and I knew better than to enter there without shoes. 
In fact, in those days I rarely ventured into that bedroom at all for fear of what I'd find or smell!  His fascination with aboriginal skills and trapping pursuits could and would produce almost anything. I eventually resigned myself to it, chalking it up to all in the day of a homeschooling boy. 
Remembering now the boy and all his wild pursuits, I sometimes marvel that we not only raised him, but that he turned out to be so fine a man.  (Don't all parents have these thoughts from time-to-time, particularly when raising boys?)
This boy is no other than David Zachary Hostetter, our oldest son, who called this morning to say that he  is the father of a brand new boy named David Justus Jude Hostetter. 
We praise God for the advent of this latest installment in the Hostetter plan who came into the world at 11:20 January 31, 2010, weighing in at 7 pounds, 8 ounces to Zac and Caitlin.  (I am told he has a shock of very dark hair and his birth was easy!)  We also praise God that amongst this generation of young, Christian parents there are some who have come to believe that having children--sometimes lots of children--is truly an inheritance and a blessing.  I know that isn't the case everywhere, but it is in our circles. 
The name Justus is pronounced JUS-tus. It is of Latin origin, and its meaning is "upright, just". Biblical: an early disciple of Christ, a man considered as a replacement for Judas Iscariot as one of the 12 apostles.
I love this name with its Biblical significance and it seems quite fitting for a boy whose father  worked for the King County District Attorney's office in Seattle, Washington.  That career officially ended last Friday as the happy couple prepare for the next phase of their adventure, moving to Wallowa County to start private practice in his father's law offices. 
We can hardly wait to watch our latest grandson and his toddling, big sister, Freyja Mae, grow up here.  For now, I can only imagine what this new grandson's pursuits will look like, but if its anything like his dear old Dad's--all I can say is--get ready Caitlin!
Won't you please be the first to congratulate them via Facebook and watch for photos-- coming soon!