Football is Here!!

Weston Samuel Stapleton is one of our biggest Adventures as a married couple.  He is one of the Sweetest, kindest, most imaginative, and loyal kids that I have ever met.  At the same time he is willful and temperamental ( like his mother ) and has given us a run for our money these past seven years.

From the outset, Weston has been a blessing and the source of much consternation.  Mindy’s Doctors ( this is her part of the story and I will let her tell it in detail ) had told her that it would be difficult for her to have children due to endometriosis.  Soon after the honeymoon was over we decided we might as well try and prove them wrong and lo and behold the month after foregoing the use of any preventative measures Weston was conceived.

Mindy was plagued by morning sickness from almost day one and the entire pregnancy was an effort in futility with regards to holding down food.  When the time finally arrived to meet Weston face to face Mindy had to endure a two day induction  and then a C-section was almost necessary as the umbilical cord was wrapped around his foot and with each push his heart rate would almost stop.

We finally, with the help of nurses, doctors and forceps got him out only to hear them calling for the NICU.  He was not breathing properly and special attention was needed.  Saying a quick prayer under my breath I watched as the medical staff did their jobs and I soon heard a baby boy crying for the first time.  It was truly a blessed sound and I thanked the God of Heaven for His mercy and Grace.

Mindy was another story, however, as she was tired, torn, and bleeding.  The last words I heard from the room as I escorted Weston out was, ” We need more sutures. ” Needless to say I was just a little worried but God is faithful and we were all soon together.

Weston, from day one, was a ball of boundless energy.  From crying in frustration at his inability to turn over, to multiple late night feedings, and eventually learning to roll then walk then run, we were forever trying to stay one step ahead.  Into the cabinets, down the hall, or over the sofa was all in a minutes work keeping up with the Westinator, but one day, when he as six years old, we found something to channel his unbridled energy and enthusiam -Football.

He could now run, hit, and pound ( within the legal limit ) until His heart was content.  ” I am the Devastator, ” was one triumphant cry we heard after one of his games.  Mud, sweat, and juice pouches were and are all in a Saturday afternoon for the Stapleton’s as we watched our little boy growing into a fine young man.

 

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