Almost 9 years ago my mom introduced me to Bro. Goss, our new home teacher. He shook my hand and told me he had a son, Jon, who was my age. I didn’t think too much about it, but I did hope he was cute, especially since there were no guys in my ward my age. Jon wouldn’t be moving in until after his current school semester, but I was excited to meet him. The day came and all my friends crowded around to meet this new boy. There were 8 girls wanting his attention but somehow I was the lucky one to win his heart. I had no idea how much life would change after that Sunday afternoon when I shook his hand and said, “Hi I’m Rachel”.I had no idea that…
I would spend the rest of my teenage years growing into a better person because of your example, love, and forgiveness.
You would be the standard that all other boys would be measured against.
As I grew up and moved onto college and you on your mission that I would not be able to stop thinking of you, and hoping that our paths would cross again.
You would forgive me before forgiveness was ever asked.
We would have 3 first kisses. Even though all of them were memorable; 3rd time’s a charm!
I would be happy if we were left on a desert island together.
I would be happy being poor for the rest of my life if that meant I got to spend it with you.
You would get down on one knee and ask me to marry you.
We would plan our wedding together,
We would go to the temple and make a covenant with God to cherish each other forever.
We would make a lot of mistakes together, but that we can laugh at them today.
Our marriage would be the best thing in my life.
You would be my greatest support and motivation.
We would have children together.
You would be the one the one to make me laugh every day.
You would be the one to dry my tears.
You would be the first one I want to tell my news.
You would be the one that I want to grow old with.
You would be the one I get to make and keep traditions with.
You would continue to be my best friend, even after 9 years.
We would have a lot of firsts together.
We would get to learn how to be parents together.
Jon, I am so thankful that I have been blessed to have you in my life. I honestly had no idea that life could be this wonderful. Even at 3am in the morning when I'm feeding little Josie, life is perfect because you are next to me rubbing my feet, or dreaming about rubbing my feet. Jon, I love you so much and I continue to enjoy everyday with you. At night I go to bed excited to wake up next to you and spend another day with you.
-Love you FOREVER
Sunday morning August 2nd I woke up around 5:30am and realized that I was having very painful back labor. Almost immediately the contractions were 3-5 minutes apart. We took our time getting to the hospital because I didn't want to be sent back home. When we did arrive at the UVRMC hospital it was 8am and I was dialted to 3cm. They gave me an epidural around 9am and I was so happy! I tried to take a few naps, but that was pretty unsuccesful. We talked about names and watched Beauty And The Beast to pass the time. At 4pm our nurse came in and said I was fully dilated and the baby was at a +1 so I could start pushing. At first it was a little exciting...it meant that our baby was really about to come. I had prepared myself to push for 2 hours. Well, 1 1/2 hours came and our sweet baby had not moved at all. She was posterior and was hitting my pelvic bone. We also found out that I have a little curve at the end of my tale bone that was getting in the way. The Dr. tried turning her over twice, but she flipped back both times. At this point he told us our best option would probably be to use forceps. We tried for another 20 minutes or so and then there was a shift change for our nurse. Our new nurse had me try different positions but nothing was making a difference. After 2 1/2 hours of pushing we were ready to have the Dr help out with the forceps. Unfortunately, there was another shift change for the Dr. so the new Dr. on staff wasn't able to make it to my room for about an hour. Even though I pushed for about 4 hours, and I was extremely exhausted, I think this was a blessing in disguise. I still was not able to push her out, but somewhere along the line when my epidural was wearing off I could feel the need to push and I found the energy to push her just enough where she turned and stayed. Even with the forceps I think this really helped her come into the world safer and easier. Josephine Omeara Goss was born August 2, 2009 at 8:18pm. Little Josie had already pooped so the NICU was there to make sure she didn't breath any maconium. I wasn't able to hold her right away but hearing her cry and seeing her for the first time was so unbelievable. Josie had a lot of cuts and bruises, but she is perfectly healthy.
