This post is a bit different than normal, but I feel I should explain what’s going on. It will be a little more personal than normal, but I still refuse to divulge any names.
I’m going to be very busy for the next few months. Busier than normal, anyway.
Last Friday, I decided to not stay up and finish Daily Check-In 06/22/2018. Normally, I stay up to finish these posts, but as I was extremely tired and my wife was miserable beyond words, we went to bed.
Ok, let me step back a moment. My wife, one of the most amazing women on the planet, was justifiably miserable. She was very, Very, VERY pregnant. Like, due date within a week pregnant.
Yinz can see where this is going, right?
Saturday morning, the original plan was to wake up, drink some coffee, work out a bit, and finish writing Friday’s post. Instead, I wake up to my wife wincing in pain.
In my grogginess, I ask what’s wrong. She tells me that she’s having contractions, and that they were strong and ten minutes apart. “That’s great,” I thought. 10 minutes apart means things are just starting, and that we still have a few hours before things get crazy. I get up, and casually get dressed. About 30 seconds later, she finished what she was saying.
“That was at 3am. They’re 5 minutes apart now.”
Most obstetricians tell patients to get to the hospital when contractions are that short apart, because that means she is in labor, and is going to push a tiny human out of her in a relatively short period of time.
How short of a time? We left at 07:30, and arrived at the hospital by 08:15. By 09:00, she was going through triage and they were moving her to a delivery room. By 10:00, the epidural was in. By 10:50, she was halfway dilated. At 12:51, the doc checked her one last time, and said that my wife was “ready to go, I feel a head.” After one quick push, the doc saw the baby crown. As nonchalant as possible, the doc said “Ok, I’m going to take a moment to get suited up and get everyone in here, cause you’re going to have a baby in a few minutes.”
The doc wasn’t kidding about a few minutes. That first push ended at 12:55. by 12:58, the doc was suited up for work and a platoon of nurses and staff arrived. At 12:59, the next push got the baby out to her ears. By 13:01, her head was out. At 13:03, our daughter was born.
So, in less time than it takes to work a shift at work, we arrived at the hospital and delivered. In less time than it takes to order and eat lunch, my wife pushed a tiny human out of her.
That was Saturday. It’s been a whirlwind since then, with multiple trips to the hospital and back, making sure everyone in the family is taken care of, and playing pack mule. The wife is doing better, the baby is great, and the oldest is adjusting well to being a big brother.
All that craziness at home means that I might not have time this week to post every day. My goal is to try to get one or two posts covering what I missed, and see how things work from there.
I’m still in the fight, and I’m still gathering stories every day. Just now, I’m changing diapers while doing it, and I’ve got another great reason to fight for.
By the way, don’t expect a bunch of baby pictures here. I try to keep my family off of here as much as possible, but I felt that I owed something to those that read this every day.