“I think my water just broke!” she said.
I figured I should take her word for it, because if I’ve learned anything in all these years of marriage, it’s that you don’t argue with your wife:
- at 4:30 in the morning
- when she’s pregnant
- when it has to do with her water
So we both got up and began our Let’s Have A Baby Today routine. We brushed teeth. We brewed coffee. We waited for Wife’s mom to come to the house to stay with Daughter so we could head for the hospital. We checked and re-checked Wife’s duffel bag to make sure we had everything we would need.
As the sun came up, we settled in to our suite at the hospital. Wife was contracting intensely and regularly. We tried to remember all the breathing stuff we studied so feverishly in the days before Daughter’s birth.
I got to work putting up large signs all around the room explaining what a “quiet birth” is and making plans for how to retaliate if anyone made noise during the first 90 seconds after delivery.
I’m kidding. I got some coffee and turned on the TV to keep Wife’s mind off of her contractions.
After a while, the anesthesia crew came in for the beloved epidural. This one went less smoothly than the first one. I sat in a chair across the room from Wife as she hugged her pillow and arched her back while they put the IV down her spine.
She yelled out in pain a handful of times. She said she felt electric shocks down her legs. It scared the heck out of me.
The difficulty of the epidural was over soon, but it didn’t fully take. The docs had to tinker with her medicines a handful of times to get it right. All the while, her labor progressed.
Every 30 minutes or so, someone would come in and check Wife. Sometimes it was a nurse, other times it was a doctor. At times it felt like they were just grabbing people off the sidewalk and sending them in to do it, because there were quite a variety of people that wound up doing the checking.
Around 11:30 a.m., the nurse said she (Wife, not the nurse) was 10 cm and ready to push. They rolled in all the carts and lights and started bringing in more people than I would have thought would be necessary. Among the faces in the crowd are:
- the OB
- a handful of nurses
- the respiratory guy
- an anesthesia guy
- a janitor
- the Maytag repairman
Once everyone was in place and had a good view of the action, the nurse gave the green light for Wife to start pushing.
She pushed three times and knew that one more would bring our little man into the world. The only problem was that the doc was down the hall helping another woman with her delivery.
The nurses told Wife not to push.
Wife told them that not pushing was not an option. Very quickly, the doctor rushed into the room. Wife gave one last push.
At 12:06 p.m., our 9 lb., 2 oz. little man was born. Our house hasn’t been the same since – in the best way possible.
Today, the little stinker turns two.
Happy Birthday, Buddy Boo!