Thirty, Where Have the Years Gone? - August 27, 2012

"Come on", I told my husband.  "It's time to go to the hospital.  Where are
my slippers?  Come to think of it, where are my feet?" I couldn't see them 
over my protruding abdomen, wishing then that I had listened to my
obstetrician's constant reminders to curtail my food intake.  I did manage to
deliver this fine young man, without anesthesia of any kind, nearly nine
pounds of him, and I now outweigh him by 45 pounds - in spite of taking 
off nearly 35 pounds during my India stays.

Since my computer crash destroyed my huge supply of photographs, I am
posting only two shots of Alex, taken from two previous blogs which you can
see at these links.  One is his baptismal photo:

Here you can't see his hair, held down by the the strongest gel made.  He had

a cowlick you wouldn't believe!

The other picture is on his wedding day to the lovely Laura Winterhalter.  It has

been wonderful having her in our testosterone laden family of males.  Not only

is she a beauty, she is as nice as can be.

http://rnsane.blogspot.in/2011/08/happy-29th-birthday-to-alexander-great.html#links

http://rnsane.blogspot.in/2010/08/flash-55-friday-happy-28th-birthday.html#links

I am blessed to have Alex and it saddens me that I have spent less time with
him than any of my other boys.  He moved to the Sacramento area right out of
high school to start school at UC Davis, then switched to American River 
College.  He has been collecting credits ever since as he tries to decide just
what he wants to do with his life.  First, he got started out in some kind of 
opthamological engineering ( I think that's what it was ) at UC Davis, then 
switched to ARC and got his AA in fire technology.  Next, he told me he thought
he wanted a degree in chemistry, now, after taking a couple of economics
classes this summer, he thinks he might do a double major in math and econ.
Well, whatever...I would just like to see him graduate - but he pays his own
way, he and Laura bought their home, and, more times than a few, he's loaned
me money when I needed it.  He's a smart, kind, loving young man and I am
so proud of him.  He's learned to do a good job of cooking the turkey at 
Thanksgiving and he's been my champion on many occasions.

I've said it all before in my previous blogs so this time, I'll just keep it short and
say, "Happy birthday, Alex, I love you and I am so proud of you.  As I used to 
embarrass the heck out of you yelling at your football games, KEEP PUSHING!"

Alexander the Great ( well, he's great to me, anyway )

A is for ALEXANDER

On August 27, 1982, twelve years after I had given birth to my first son, I was in labor ( I was 38-year-old ) at Mt. Zion Hospital in San Francisco.  Was I at the delivery room, though?  No, not on your life.  I was over at the operating room, hanging out in the lounge with my former R.N. co-workers, counting my contractions.  Dr. Reid had told me to come back across the street when they were five minutes apart.  I had fully intended to do so but, as soon as my husband and I would get ready to leave, someone else would show up to chat.  Finally, as I began to get a little uncomfortable, I realized my contractions were only four minutes apart and I took off, with my husband in tow. 

We had to wait for the elevator in the main hospital, get across very busy Sutter Street, then wait for the elevator in the Pavilion.  By the time I got into a gown and the nurse checked me, I was informed my son's head was crowning and they were rushing me to the delivery room.  Dr. Reid, yelled, "I told you to come back when your contractions were five minutes apart!"  I was now seriously uncomfortable and asked, "Where's my epidural?"  His response, "Too late!"  I

looked in a panic.  "What do you mean, it's too late - I didn't go to the classes...I HAVE to have an epidural."   Well I guess I did not because 8 pound, 9 ounce, Alexander Vukasinovic ( no middle name with that monicker ) arrived pretty damn fast and  he has been a joy ( okay, most of the time ) ever since.

He was a good student, always looking out for his younger brother who arrived two years later.  I remember his being quite upset when his favorite teacher ( he had Mrs. Rapozo for both kindergarten and first grade ) announced her retirement at the end of his first grade year.  "But," he beseeched, "you can't go...my brother is coming to school in September."

After high school, Alex went to college at UC Davis.  I was so excited, especially to be able to go to a parent - student weekend.  I had gone to a diploma school of nursing and my oldest son, Shawn, had gone to junior college, then done an Air Force reserve stint of duty before transferring to San Jose State.  Alex would be the first son to attend a four year university.  Well, he hated it.  After his first semester, he refused to go to classes and disclosed to me that he really didn't like UC Davis, that what he had really wanted to do was go to City College, a local junior college and play football for them.  He said he was transferring to American River College, and would be getting a job at Safeway, and would never expect me to finance any more of his education.  And he never has.  From that day forward, he has paid for everything himself.  He did get to play football for American River, as a defensive lineman.  His first year, if I remember correctly, they only won four games.  His second year, they were undefeated!  He wanted to continue on playing varsity football but, when the schools that were trying to recruit him, did not want him to work, he finally said, "My mom can't afford to supplement a scholarship without my working so it's time for me to give up football."  That almost broke my heart. 

Alex has continued on at Safeway while he has completed his fire technology studies in hopes

of pursuing a firefighter career.  It was in school that he met beautiful, Laura Winterhalter, who will become his wife on May 7th of this year.  In April, they bought their first home in West Sacramento.  Laura also completed the fire technology program and her paramedic training and, though they have given me two granddogs, I am looking forward to the day, I will also have

grandchildren. 

I am blessed, really, with three incredible sons - three testosterone boys...and I will welcome Laura, with open arms, into my household.  Alexander, my "A" child has done his family proud in every way and, never more so, than in his very wise choice of a life partner.

Alex Vukasinovic and Laura Winterhalter at Bogle Vineyards, Clarksburg, CA

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