My Beautiful Babies
I don’t want my children to follow in my footsteps. I want them to take the path next to me and to go further than I ever could have dreamt possible. ~ Author Unknown (March 2017, The Garrett's are together again for Scarlet's baby blessing all 14 of us! Out family has grown by four, two lovely daughter's in law and two gorgeous granddaughters, and we will add a grandson in Feb of 2018!)
I started dating Randy intently the summer after my first
year at USU. We dated for nine months before we became engaged. I told him from
the very start, I wanted to have eight children. It was essential that he was
okay with that, since it was something I had agreed to do. Luckily, he said he was
up for the challenge. Or, he agreed to it because he thought it wouldn’t really
happen. Albert
Einstein said, “Women marry men hoping they will change. Men marry women hoping they
will not, so each is inevitably disappointed.” Now that I have been married
nearly three decades, I think this statement is very accurate. I did think that
even if Randy didn’t want eight kids, I could change his mind about that once
we were married, so either way, it felt right to start a life together.
Randy asked me to marry him on March 18th, 1988. We planned a June
wedding. June was the one year anniversary of our first official date. However,
when I think back on it, I wish we could have waited until August. I would love
to have 8/8/88 as our anniversary. On the other hand, waiting two more months would
have seemed like an eternity to me back then. I don’t think I could have
waited. I had waited long enough already!
I was the fourth child to
get married in my family. Randy was the third child in his. All five of our
siblings had gone through the temple for their weddings; which is what good,
worthy, Mormon, young men and women do when they get married. We chose not to
be married there. We were not active in the church at that time in our life. We
didn’t want to get active either in order to marry inside the temple. Plus, we
wanted all of our family members to be present at our wedding. Randy’s dad and
some of our siblings couldn’t attend our wedding if we had it in the temple.
So, we chose to have a civil ceremony instead. This was a huge disgrace to my parents.
They felt like they had obviously failed with me. The guilt for not doing
things their way, which was actually the church’s way, was laid very thick on
me by my mother. Still, I stood my ground. It
seemed like my mother wanted to punish me the entire time we were planning our wedding. I couldn’t have the dress I liked, or the colors I wanted. Basically,
if I wanted it she didn’t. She was in control of all the wedding decisions. None
of that mattered truthfully, because in the end, she couldn’t stop me from
getting married. I was nineteen. That was the point I had to remember. I could
let her run the show, because I was getting what I really wanted more than
anything, what I had waited for my entire life. Soon, I would get to be a wife,
and start a family. That is what was important to me, not the colors, or my
dress for that matter. 'Happily ever after' began on June 10th, 1988.
We were finally married and starting our life together as one! I didn’t want to
wait to start a family. Even though we were both young, and still in school, having
a baby was my utmost desire.
Baby
number two, a boy that we called Brandon the whole time I was pregnant, was
born at the end of August in 1993. When we saw him with a full head of thick, long,
pitch black hair, and mystifying dark eyes, we knew that wasn’t Brandon. We
named him Michael John instead. Many of the nurses asked me if his father was
Mexican, or Native American. He looked like a beautiful, little papoose with
his long, thick, black hair, olive skin, and dark chocolate brown eyes. He
would get that a lot in his life, people wondering if he was adopted. He didn’t
look like me, Alex, or his younger brothers at all. Although, he did look like
Randy, black hair, tan skin, and handsome! He was an easy baby. No major health
issues, except he did develop a mark on his lower back at two weeks old that
scared me. It looked like a huge bruise covering all of his lower back. His doctor
said it was a Mongolian birth mark, and it would go away. Again, I was asked if
we had any Native American blood, because that is a common birth mark in Native
American’s, Asian’s, and people with darker skin tones. I had always believed
we did from my grandma Ruby’s father. He is a mystery in our family ancestry. Mike’s
mark proved to me that somewhere in our lineage, we must have it. The mark did
go away like the doctor said it would.
Baby
number three, a boy that we called Brandon while I was pregnant, was born
in October 1995, six days before Alex turned six. We had just moved to Colorado
a few months before his birth. Randy graduated from USU in May of 1995 with a
Bachelor of Science degree in Electrical Engineering. In July, Randy started working
for Hewlett Packard, (HP), in Colorado Springs, Colorado. Richard Austin’s
birth was quick and easy. However, he would not be an easy baby, or child!
Stubborn and confident, he was born already knowing everything! Clearly, this
was not his first time on Earth either! He has blonde hair and hazel eyes. We
intended to use Brandon for his middle name; but, he looked more like an Austin
to us. He was named after Randy’s dad, Richard Bruce. There are several
Richards in Randy’s family. They all go by their middle names. We called him
Austin for the first eight years of his life. When Austin comprehended
that his first name was Richard, and it was the same name as his grandpa’s, he
chose to go by Richard instead. We were living close to his grandpa at that
time and grandpa was dying. He wanted to go by the name that they shared. It
was during Christmas break, and he was in the 2nd grade when he
decided to make this change. As soon as he returned to school in January, he
would only answer to Richard. This was a challenge for the other kids and his
teachers. That didn’t matter to him whatsoever. Now, he is a United States Marine.
His obstinate, unwavering, determined attitude helped him get through the toughest
boot camp in the military. It is definitely not the life I would have chosen
for him. Indisputably, he was born with a calling too; that, I do understand. When you have that kind of awareness and deep desire within you, you must honor it.
Baby
number four didn’t come for a while. We needed time to adjust to being out
numbered with three kids. At last another boy, that we actually did name
Brandon, was born in June 1999 without a doctor present. He was a week over due.
As a result of that, they induced labor. It was a really horrific experience! I
will spare you all the dreadful details. However, once he decided it was time
to be born, he came out quickly terribly ripping me and bruising his face! He looked like a cute
little dark blue Smurf. Our doctor was stuck in traffic. I brought him into the world all
on my own. The nurses wouldn’t touch him, or me, until he was all the way out.
This contributed to the many burst blood vessels in his face making him look blue.
Brandon Kurt has curly, reddish/blonde hair, and blue eyes just like Alex. My
first three boys looked completely different from each other. It was nice to
see some resemblances to one of them. When he was young, Brandon was really good
at showing us our Irish ancestry with his red hot temper! Sadly for him, he
didn’t get to be the baby of the family for very long. When we brought home Brandon’s
little sister, he certainly let us know he was not happy about it!
Baby
number five, a girl, was born in March 2001. When I learned I was pregnant
again, unexpectedly this time, I prayed it was my daughter! I knew I had two
girls waiting to be born. It was time for one of them to show up! My doctor was
not on call that Sunday evening when I went into labor. A different doctor came
to deliver her. When he learned this was our fifth baby, he asked Randy if he
wanted to have the honor of delivering her. Randy suited up, and helped me
bring our first daughter into the world. (I wish he could have done that with
Brandon too!) We named her Myranda Jane. Jane came from my sweet savior grandma,
Ruby Jane. The name Myranda is a combination of Myndee and Randy. It was
perfect for her. She has beautiful brown eyes and auburn hair. She is gorgeous!
I have to be honest, I was immensely grateful to have a girl after four boys in
a row. I needed to keep a close eye on her with four older brothers. It took
Brandon about nine months to accept she was here to stay. After seven years of living in Colorado,
Randy’s job was now in Boston, Massachusetts. HP had split into two companies,
HP and Agilent. He was now a part of Agilent. His new job ended up being in
Boston. At this point in time, Randy’s father was very sick. We decided to pack
up and move back to Utah. It was March 2003. We wanted our kids to have some
memories of their grandfather before he was gone. We moved to Mendon, Utah
where Randy worked from our home, and in Boston, for the next two years. It was
nice to be close to Randy’ parents and mine, but I didn’t care for country
life. I missed living in a bigger city. When Randy’s father passed on in June of
2004, his job in Boston was also coming to an end. Fortunately, Randy was able
to find another job within Agilent back in Colorado Springs, CO. We moved back
‘home’ in August of 2005. We moved into a neighborhood close to our first house.
Our kids were able to be back in school with their friends they had left two
years earlier. Their friendships continued on like they were never gone. It was
wonderful for all of us to be back by the majestic Rocky Mountains, the stunning
red rocks of ‘Garden of the God’s’, and the fabulous sunrises and sunsets of
colorful Colorado! I actually found out I
was pregnant again, the day we moved back to Colorado, Friday, August 5th,
2005. I had had a miscarriage earlier that summer. This was a surprise to be
pregnant again so soon after losing a pregnancy. Nonetheless, I was positively
pregnant. I felt certain this time the baby would grow and develop normally. I
knew I would soon be holding a sweet, beautiful baby boy in my arms once again.
There would be a five year gap between Myranda and her new little baby brother.
Baby
number six was born in April 2006. Another blessed baby boy joined our family.
He was named after our hometown and his grandfather who passed away there. Logan
Bruce has blonde hair, blue eyes, and an ‘old’ soul. He was the first of my ‘Rainbow’
children, children born with beautiful crystal clear auras, and amazing
insights into life. If you have never heard of the terms Indigo, Crystal, or
Rainbow children check out Doreen Virtues book, The Care and Feeding of
Indigo Children, and The Crystal Children. Logan is definitely an astounding Rainbow child. Logan recently shared with me a very extraordinary memory of his
from before he incarnated on this Earth. This memory was so tender and special
to him. He cried while he spoke of his feelings about leaving the Spiritual
Plane to come back into this Physical existence. I wrote down his sweet
memories exactly as he had revealed them to me, in case time erases it from the
mind as he grows. Logan is very spiritual, affectionate, quite intuitive,
sensitive, and wise beyond his years. Since there is a five
year gap between Logan and Myranda, and I hated having eleven years between my
closest sister and I, I felt very strongly I had to have one more baby close to
Logan. At this point in my life, I was starting to question the number eight. As
I was getting older, pregnancy was harder, and I had already had two
miscarriages. I just didn’t think I could physically have eight children.
However, I knew seven was doable. I could get pregnant just one more time. I
was determined to have just one more baby!
Namaste!
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