Backyard Adventures
O.K. There are many things to say. I haven’t been saying much for a while.
I’ll preface this video with a few comments. First, the delivery of our new baby boy was awesome. Wifey woke me up at 3:30A.M. and said, “I think I might be feeling something but you can go back to sleep. It’s probably just more Braxton-Hicks.” (If you don’t know what those are, google will tell you.) About 3:40A.M. she said, “I think I’m going to call my mom to come over here to watch Alaina.” So, I started thinking this might be the real thing.
About 4A.M. she said (in a pained voice), “These are getting more severe. And they’re coming about every two minutes.” And she was obviously in some pain, because the sounds coming out of her weren’t quite normal.
I started thinking, “Ma-in-law, get over here quick. We’ve got to go!” Last time we had a baby, the contractions started out in a very minor way. They were little things, about every half-hour. These were severe things, about every two minutes. Wifey wasn’t acting like this, last time, until about 15 minutes before Baby came out. I knew things were getting dicey. Finally, about 4:05A.M., Bama (Grandma, Ma-in-law) drove up. We were walking around outside by the car. We jumped in and started driving. Every two minutes (or so) I heard gasps of pain. I started having visions of delivering a baby on the side of the freeway. I didn’t like the idea. I calculated (after each contraction) the miles left and how often the contractions were occurring. “Only three more before we get there. Can she make it through three more of these?”
Fortunately, we made it to the hospital about 4:15 . . . 4:17 . . . something like that. She ran in and I drove off to park. I ran in and there she was, having contractions, walking along with a nurse who was having her fill out paperwork. Then the nurse told her to take a urinalysis. I was running up and down the hall telling anyone who would listen that the baby was coming right now. Apparently the ladies on shift weren’t overly concerned with me because they pretty much ignored me. I could hear Wifey yelling in the bathroom so I told her through the door, “You don’t have to do that right now.”
She didn’t want to do it so she came right out. As she was walking into the triage room (not the delivery room) she let out an unearthly scream and the ladies on duty couldn’t ignore it. One came running and helped her to the bed then checked her out. “This baby is coming right now!” she yelled. She hit the panic button and people came swarming like little ants. The lady was saying, “Don’t push; don’t push.”
Wifey was saying, “I’m doing it! It’s happening!” The lady finally realized that there was no stopping it and she started trying to reassure everyone that everything was going to be alright. But she didn’t look too confident in her abilities. I was thinking that this was going to be interesting. People were yelling at others to find the midwife, to be quiet, to get this, to get that . . . In about a minute, a doctor showed up (not a midwife) and was spreading out her tools with one hand while holding the baby’s head in the other. Yes, it was that fast. She didn’t even have a moment to prepare. And yes, we were in the triage room, not the delivery room. There was no time for coaching, or drugs, or anything. By 4:30A.M. a healthy little baby boy was in Wifey’s arms.
Anyway, I should probably proofread my post but I’m not going to. I’m hungry and I’m thinking about getting something to eat.
Also, here’s my latest video. The whole family was playing around in the backyard. Of course Alaina’s the star, as always, but Evan’s in there as well. All he does is sleep right now, though, so he doesn’t provide a lot of entertaining footage.
Backyard Adventures from Edmond Engler on Vimeo.
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