What do you remember about when each of us was born? (Adam)

I think that I will need to make five installments for this question.  There is too much to say about each one.  Please don't measure each of these and try and suppose from that information which of you is most important.  There is no such thing.

So, it's important to consider that due to Mom's train accident there was question whether or not she would even be able to have children.  Her Neurologist told me that she would not, and that if she did she would not be able to care for her children.  Grandma and Grandpa Brown encouraged Mom and me to wait three years to have children.  I think they wanted to be sure that the marriage would last before Mom was strapped with children.
   As I have already mentioned Mother's patriarchal blessing and mine both promise us the wonderful blessing of children.  Mother's blessing is significant in that it was given after the train accident.
   Grandma also set up an appointment for Mother and I to meet with Mom's bishop in Soda Springs and talk to him about having children.  He told me that Mother would know when it was time for her to have children.  We had no intention of waiting.  We were eager to meet you all.
   We lived in a four-plex in the Orem 12th Ward (southwest Orem), in an apartment owned by my Grandpa Wood.  Mom and I were both attending classes at BYU and I was doing some selling for Living Scriptures.  Close to this time I took a sales job at ZCMI (now defunct).
   We had plenty of worries.  Our income was very low, but so were our expenses.  We were spending about $25 per week on groceries, but that was partly due to the fact that Grandma and Grandpa Brown would drop off groceries for us from time to time.  There was a membership store like Costco in Provo, and Grandpa used to buy goods for his store in Soda from them.  They would visit us and drop of a trunk load of things.
   Mom's feet swelled up like balloons.  Well, not that bad, but worse that with the other four children.   Mom was a tiny thing at about 116 lbs before Adam, so she looked extra big with Adam.  The only nudie picture I ever took of Mom was a polaroid profile of her standing in front of the bathroom mirror, pregnant to the moon, and screaming at me for taking the shot.  We have since destroyed the picture so don't get your hopes up.  But it still makes me laugh remembering it.
   We were very worried about Mom's seizures, but Mom was very good about her pills and there was no trouble.
   It was expensive to have children, even though we had insurance for Mom.  Grandpa and Grandma Brown kept an Idaho Blue Cross and Blue Shield policy with I eventually took over.  In these days Mom would have been able to stay on her parents health insurance for the first seven years of our marriage, but that was not the case back then.  But even with really good insurance, it cost us $5000 in deductibles and copays to get Adam here.  That was a crushing financial blow back then, but we shouldered it as best we could.
   Adam was born at the Utah Valley Regional Medical Center, the same hospital I was born in.  Mom's stay at the hospital was five days, due to having C-section delivery because the doctors didn't want to deal with Mother possibly having a seizure due to the trauma of labor.  All went well, and I was soon holding this amazing little bundle.  The first thing I checked for was eye color, which is very hard to tell in infants.  I predicted "blue" and was proven right.
   The fight over Adam's name soon began.  I was not able to be with Mother 24/7 as I would have liked.  I was there for the birth and then was busy with work.  Mom and I had decided on Hyrum Adam Bennion.  Grandma Brown was dead set against the name "Hyrum" for some reason.  She told Mom that he would be teased in school, etc, etc.  "Hi, Rummy!"  I would convince Mom that Hyrum was fine and that Grandma would get over it, but each time Grandma would call back and talk Mom the other way.
  I have always been stubborn and I wasn't about to let my mother-in-law name my first born.  But after five exchanges, I could see that we were turning Mother into a punching bag for our contest of wills.  So I relented for Mom's sake, but it took a lot of time to heal the wound.
   The members of the Orem 12th Ward were very friendly and also helpful.  One of them gave Mother $50 to help with our expenses.  They knew how strapped we were and what a miracle it was that Mother was able to have children.
   We moved a lot back in those days.  After the 4-plex we moved to Y Mount Terrace--the Rabbit Hutches, so nicknamed for the reproductivity of the married student housing residents.  This was a good move because I was taking classes at BYU and working in the Provo Temple laundry.
   Mother and I were watching a movie one night and eating nachos with cheese dip.  We were giving some of the chips to Adam, but being careful that he didn't get any of the jalapeños.  But apparently not careful enough.  Suddenly Adam began screaming in pain and slapping his right ear violently.  We were horrified.  What could possibly be wrong with our little boy?  And then I realized that Adam must have gotten a bit of hot pepper lodged in the Eustachian tube.  Once we realized that nothing serious was wrong, we laughed and laughed.  Adam lived, and he still eats nachos with hot cheese sauce.  Those were simpler days.
   Adam's first word--well, first after "mama"--was "football."  I used to watch BYU football on a TV Grandma and Grandpa Brown had given us--the same TV that Adam would destroy with a bread knife about five years later.  I had a peewee football that Adam and I would toss back and forth to each other while we watched the game.  So, he learned the word.  I hear that BYU is 0-7 this year, but it's been too long since I watched a game.    
   I feel like I should tie this off with some amazing words of wisdom, but none are coming to me.  I'll just say that Mom and I are very proud of our first born.