I had another awesome event happening in my life during this time, my wife was pregnant and due any day with our third child. At the end of her third term, just a few days after I had returned home from the show, Gina began to have problems. She began throwing up stomach bile, and the doctor was very concerned. Then she went into labour and off we went to the hospital. She was in a birthing room with extra support staff. There were several doctors and nurses across the hall in an operating room, ready to roll if events went sideways. It was all very scary, not just to me, but to my wife’s mother, who was also there.
The operating room staff were in surgical gear and were waiting at the ready. Georgina had become very septic and was quite ill. As she was having contractions, she would almost black out from the pain, and my baby had become all wrapped up in the cord and was unable to come out. Then Georgina began to hemorrhage, and a river of blood was flowing off the birthing table they had her on; it was all quite terrifying.
Our third-born child, Forrest
Our doctor was fighting to save both my child and my wife. He was doing his best, and finally, he got my newborn son out, but my wife was still bleeding profusely. He kept telling her to push, but she was almost ready to give up; I could see it in her eyes. Then she just pushed with all her might, and all of a sudden, the placenta came loose. Gina blacked out. I was so afraid she had died. But the monitors all said she was not.
The blood flow subsided, and after the doctor put in a few stitches, my wife was safe. I looked over at my wife’s mom, and she was crying; she was so afraid that she was going to lose her daughter and possibly her grandson. He was named Forrest George-Henry Logan after his grandfather, George Henry.
This was the man who, back when my wife was just 6, had almost beaten her mother to death. I met George just before my first child was born. George was a man who, I believe, was haunted by that night he went into a rage. From what I saw in the 6 years I knew him, he was a man who had spent his life trying to become a better man. He was sober and was known as a kind and generous man. I held him in high regard and respected the man. He had passed on the year before due to complications from diabetes; he had a stroke that put him in a coma, and he never recovered. He passed on a few weeks later, and I would miss him. He had become a good friend. So we decided to have another child and named him/her after George.
My wife was fine with my need to name him after his granddad, but she also wanted to name him Forrest. I liked this name, so he became Forrest George-Henry Logan. A wonderful and strong name for a boy who barely made his way into the world, a child we might never have had the pleasure to meet. He is our miracle child.
My boy Forrest has grown into a wonderful young man. His girl left him after their boy, George, was born, and she left George with my son. They moved home with us, and we have helped to raise George. Forrest did the right thing and left a great job working as a timber cruiser to take a job at a gas station, this was so he would be home every night. He misses his old job. This year, 2024, he has been invited to join a firefighting outfit where his brother is a firefighter. I was a wildfire faller for many years back in my youth; now my boys are both second-generation firefighters.
I hope his granddad is hunting and fishing in the great forest and looking down with pride on the man his grandson has become. I hope all the relatives are proud of my son. He is well-loved and respected in our community of Sayward. He has become a young man who loves life and has a passion for helping others whenever he is asked. I could not be prouder.