I was just hit today with the thought that I have kids. Yes, I have KIDS. This is a profound thought for me. Just 9 days ago I had a daughter. That's it. I understood her, her needs, her desires (well, most of the thirty trillion), and my place in her life. Now I have kids. That's plural. Sure, to most of the people out there that's no big deal, but this is new to me. I have to learn not only how to raise a boy, which is by the way a task I not completely sure I'm up for, but I have to learn to raise two children.
So, I'm going to start with the basics: no. This is a word that hasn't worked well for me thus far in my parenting career, but one which I plan to use more often. 'Dad, can my sister take me to the mall?' No. 'Dad, can I get that tattoo of my girlfriend put on my forehead?' No. 'Dad, can I learn to drive even though I'm only 8?' No. But it's not just for my son (yikes, that's scary to say), it's for my daughter, too. 'Dad, I can't take it anymore. My brother won't leave me alone. Can I watch movies in your room?' No. 'Dad, my boyfriend wa...' NO WAY TO ANYTHING THAT INVOLVES THE WORD BOYFRIEND! 'Dad, can I use the car to take Jonah to his friends?' No. I think this will work. All I have to do is stick to my guns and I WILL CONQUER.
Your right, I don't even believe that.
I do have to say that I'm a bit scared of this all. I don't know how life is going to look or go, but I'm sure I'll learn quickly. I mean how different can it be? Really, how different could it be to raise a boy? I'm in trouble, aren't I?
On a different note, the bris went well. I was a mess. Andrea was a mess. And my little boy lost part of his penis. The ceremony was great. And the reality is that Jonah did not appear traumatised or bothered. Sure it's true that he had lidocaine, a sugar packet to suck on, and a heaping helping of breast milk... really what could be better.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Baruch
As Jeff posted earlier, tomorrow is Jonah's bris and baby naming. At the bris Jonah will be blessed by a Rabbi and will be given his formal Hebrew name. We have chosen the Hebrew name Baruch--which means blessed. We thought this was a perfect choice given that he was born in the caul. Apparently being born in the caul is quite rare. We have read many different estimates, but it seems to be somewhere between 1 in 10,000 to 1 in 80,000 babies that are born this way. More interesting are some of the legends around the caul. Here are a few things we found on Wikipedia:
In medieval times the appearance of a caul on a newborn baby was seen as a sign of good luck. It was considered an omen that the child was destined for greatness. Gathering the caul onto paper was considered an important tradition of childbirth: the midwife would rub a sheet of paper across the baby's head and face, pressing the material of the caul onto the paper. The caul would then be presented to the mother, to be kept as an heirloom. Some Early Modern European traditions linked being born with the caul to the ability to defend fertility and the harvest against the forces of evil, particularly witches and sorcerers.
Over the course of European history, a popular legend developed suggesting that possession of a baby's caul would give its bearer good luck and protect that person from death by drowning. Cauls were therefore highly prized by sailors. Medieval women often sold these cauls to sailors for large sums of money; a caul was regarded as a valuable talisman.
So Baruch--or Blessed--seems like an appropriate Hebrew name. It also makes the name Jonah a bit more interesting as well.
Here are a few new pictures of our little one.
One week
Tonight is the eve of the Bris. On day eight, in the Jewish tradition, a little boy's penis is circumcised and the whole family is there to watch the trauma. No worries, though, alcohol, nerve blocks, and anesthesia are given, and that's just for his parents. Actually, this can be a very difficult thing to watch for parents. On the one hand is the tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years, but on the other hand is the fact that our son is going to be cut in front of our eyes. Of course I don't remember my bris, but I can now relive it in full, technicolor detail.
Everything else is going fine: Jonah is sleeping nicely, Andrea is recovering, but still anemic, I'm fully rested and experiencing no difficulty in life at all. The reality is that I sleep better then I ever have now that I have moved out and into a hotel until he is 2, which is when Mia started to sleep through the night.
Everything else is going fine: Jonah is sleeping nicely, Andrea is recovering, but still anemic, I'm fully rested and experiencing no difficulty in life at all. The reality is that I sleep better then I ever have now that I have moved out and into a hotel until he is 2, which is when Mia started to sleep through the night.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Life begins
It's been two days since we've been home from the hospital and I already have no idea what to do. Yes, I've had a child before and yes, I've been in this same position, but I am surprised to feel this way again. Shouldn't I feel differently after mastering it once? Shouldn't I feel like this is second nature? And what about him. Shouldn't he be completely bonded with me yet? Shouldn't he be more verbal and able to communicate what it is he wants? Shouldn't he be able to earn money to help subsidize his diaper habit?
However, it hasn't changed since Mia. And being a dad has not become any easier. I realize that I didn't give birth and that I didn't carry him for 10 months and that I didn't get sick or gain weight or have to buy clothes because my older, more attractive ones stopped fitting. But I did try to be part of the pregnancy. I did want to be involved. So, I was left to clean-up. Clean-up is an important part of life and especially during pregnancy. Really, who else will rub your feet, massage your back, put lotion on, cook, clean, and continue to say 'wow, you look wonderful' even though all you want to do is scream and shout and say 'you, you did this to me and now all you can do is sit there and look at me. Why don't you do something useful like jump off a bridge.'
But the down side of not being the person who carries life inside my belly is that there is not a lot of bonding going on. During the first pregnancy I never felt completely bonded until I started to feed Mia. This time isn't different. This time I have a 5.5 year old who I have to entertain and that leaves me less time to be with Jonah. I know I will get time in the future and this is only his fourth day in the world (and until I get breasts that produce milk, Andrea will be his number one), but it is still hard to wrap my mind around this and not be anxious. In the end I know my place and that is to support his big three habit: eat, sleep and poop (mostly my position is to take care of the last one).
I still haven't gotten fully use to his name. It's funny, that. I think Jonah is a rare enough name that I actually find it difficult to remember. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I have early dementia (although my wife my argue that point), it's just that I'm not use to saying it yet. I don't know what a Jonah looks like, but the name, to me, has an easy going quality to it. I sure hope it ends up being his way.
As for our family, it will never be the same again... and that's a good thing!
I hope this is not a glimpse at Jonah's future work ethic.
Mia looks older now. She looks bigger. I
My kids!
However, it hasn't changed since Mia. And being a dad has not become any easier. I realize that I didn't give birth and that I didn't carry him for 10 months and that I didn't get sick or gain weight or have to buy clothes because my older, more attractive ones stopped fitting. But I did try to be part of the pregnancy. I did want to be involved. So, I was left to clean-up. Clean-up is an important part of life and especially during pregnancy. Really, who else will rub your feet, massage your back, put lotion on, cook, clean, and continue to say 'wow, you look wonderful' even though all you want to do is scream and shout and say 'you, you did this to me and now all you can do is sit there and look at me. Why don't you do something useful like jump off a bridge.'
But the down side of not being the person who carries life inside my belly is that there is not a lot of bonding going on. During the first pregnancy I never felt completely bonded until I started to feed Mia. This time isn't different. This time I have a 5.5 year old who I have to entertain and that leaves me less time to be with Jonah. I know I will get time in the future and this is only his fourth day in the world (and until I get breasts that produce milk, Andrea will be his number one), but it is still hard to wrap my mind around this and not be anxious. In the end I know my place and that is to support his big three habit: eat, sleep and poop (mostly my position is to take care of the last one).
I still haven't gotten fully use to his name. It's funny, that. I think Jonah is a rare enough name that I actually find it difficult to remember. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I have early dementia (although my wife my argue that point), it's just that I'm not use to saying it yet. I don't know what a Jonah looks like, but the name, to me, has an easy going quality to it. I sure hope it ends up being his way.
As for our family, it will never be the same again... and that's a good thing!
I hope this is not a glimpse at Jonah's future work ethic.
Mia looks older now. She looks bigger. I
My kids!
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Due date plus...
No more counting. It happened. On 4/22/09 at 7.05 pm, our beautiful baby boy was born. It happened quite fast; a whole lot faster then with Mia. So here's the story. Andrea had been on Pitocin since that morning at about 10.30 or so. She was started out very slowly; going up in increments of 1 (whatever that means). Nothing was happening other then we were wearing paths in the carpet from walking and we got to watch TLC (I also was able to beat her in Gin, which was something she probably won't admit to).
As the day progressed, she was checked and found to still be only dialated to 2-3. They decided to up the Pitocin and this resulted in sudden painful contractions. From there, about an hour or so later, she was dialted to 8 and crowning. Needless to say there was no time for a water birth. This, of course, was disappointing since we had waited all day for it and since we watched a woman come in in labor, go to the tub, and have her baby all without screaming or appearing in pain. Anyway, we're not bitter!
And then less then an hour later our son was born. This was all amazing and fast. He was born with his membrane intact, which apparently is a blessing and not common. There were some complications, however. After he passed his head through Andrea expelled quite a bit of blood. It was apparently placenta abruption. At the time it was not too concerning, but when he came out he was limp, but was breathing with a good heart beat. He was put under the warmer, cleaned up, and thankfully not brought to the NICU. He was finally returned to mommy and started to come around. This was all very scary, but not too different to when Mia was born.
Anyway, everyone is happy, healthy, and looking forward to our new life. Here are some pictures.
This is Andrea exhibiting how a 'natural' child birth occurs.
Mia holding her baby brother.
Mia found the tele. This look might be a reason why we don't have a tv at home. Can you say zoning?
And now for the name:
Jonah Albert Joel Raich
As the day progressed, she was checked and found to still be only dialated to 2-3. They decided to up the Pitocin and this resulted in sudden painful contractions. From there, about an hour or so later, she was dialted to 8 and crowning. Needless to say there was no time for a water birth. This, of course, was disappointing since we had waited all day for it and since we watched a woman come in in labor, go to the tub, and have her baby all without screaming or appearing in pain. Anyway, we're not bitter!
And then less then an hour later our son was born. This was all amazing and fast. He was born with his membrane intact, which apparently is a blessing and not common. There were some complications, however. After he passed his head through Andrea expelled quite a bit of blood. It was apparently placenta abruption. At the time it was not too concerning, but when he came out he was limp, but was breathing with a good heart beat. He was put under the warmer, cleaned up, and thankfully not brought to the NICU. He was finally returned to mommy and started to come around. This was all very scary, but not too different to when Mia was born.
Anyway, everyone is happy, healthy, and looking forward to our new life. Here are some pictures.
This is Andrea exhibiting how a 'natural' child birth occurs.
Mia holding her baby brother.
Mia found the tele. This look might be a reason why we don't have a tv at home. Can you say zoning?
And now for the name:Jonah Albert Joel Raich
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Due date plus 14
Nothing. Zilch. Gel placed, telemetry on, and still no labor. On the plus side I got to sleep in the equivalent of an adult crib. The chair that folded out into a bed was a bit, shall we say, lacking in creature comforts. Sure there were pads, but I'm assuming that they were there since the civil war. I don't think there any mice left in them, but I can't be sure about other living creatures. Thankfully the arms of the chair did not fold down so when I rolled over not only did I not fall out of the chair, and down the 3.5 inches to the floor, but I also was able to press my nose against the rail leaving what some might consider an odd scar.
We also were able to channel surf 100 channels, but there was nothing on. So, I did the very guy thing and click through all the channels without actually noticing what was on. Very cool. This lasted me until 11.30.
Andrea is doing great. No contractions, no pain, some pressure. The plan is that she will be started on pitocin today and, with any luck, we will have a baby today. Otherwise, I will start to move our stuff over and just live there.
We also were able to channel surf 100 channels, but there was nothing on. So, I did the very guy thing and click through all the channels without actually noticing what was on. Very cool. This lasted me until 11.30.
Andrea is doing great. No contractions, no pain, some pressure. The plan is that she will be started on pitocin today and, with any luck, we will have a baby today. Otherwise, I will start to move our stuff over and just live there.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
1.5 hours
I can't believe this. There's only a short time before everything begins. Yes, I'm excited about the boy soon to be pronounced my son, but there is something else that gives me goose bumps: TV. That's right, there will be TV there. We don't have a TV and therefore miss most of the programs. But tonight there will be TV with myriad shows about which I know nothing. Okay, that's not the best part, getting a son will probably be more exciting, but that's sure a bonus.
Due date plus 13
Today's the day. Andrea (and I) will be admitted to St. Joe's hospital this evening at 7:00. She will be given cream to make the cervix softer and then if that does not work, she will be given Pitocin tomorrow morning. So the thought is that we will have a new baby boy tomorrow at this time, no guarantees though.
For now, however, she rests.
On a different note, we think we have narrowed down the name search to less then 10,000. Pretty good considering that the books we were looking at had 100,000. As of right now, there is a good chance that he will have a name when he's born. We have the middle and, most surely, the last names picked out.
Amelia continues to do well. She is being great and does not appear to be regressing too much. I mean, I don't think it's weird that she wants to breast feed, suck her thumb and start using nappies again, do you? We told her absolutely not to the nappies, but will have to see with the others.
I am grieving a bit about the loss of the our current family unit. I have been able to establish a fair amount of control over Mia, but I'm scared what will happen now that she will have a brother with whom to plot. Really this could end up being the end of my reign. I can just see it now, she will say you know dad I would normally clean up after myself, clear the table, help with cooking, and generally care for myself, BUT I can't because you had this baby and I have to play with him. She will go on to say, I remember a time when you said you would be looking to me to help, well guess what Dad, I'm helping and he wants to play, don't you (insert name here)? Of course that will just be the start of it. Jump ahead 11 years and Mia now has a driver's license. Dad I need the car? No, not for me, for (insert name). He wants to go to a friends and I said I would drive him. Of course because I'm such a good sister, I will wait to pick him up and bring him home. I suppose I can't wait at HIS friend's house, so I might as well wait at the mall. Don't worry about me... I'll be fine. By the way, Dad, do you have fifty dollars I could borrow (read: have with no intention of every paying back)?
What have I done? Gone are the days of control. Gone are the days of my leadership. Gone are the days of... who am I kidding, I never had that. Amelia has always ruled the house. Oh well, back to my fantasy.
For now, however, she rests.
On a different note, we think we have narrowed down the name search to less then 10,000. Pretty good considering that the books we were looking at had 100,000. As of right now, there is a good chance that he will have a name when he's born. We have the middle and, most surely, the last names picked out.
Amelia continues to do well. She is being great and does not appear to be regressing too much. I mean, I don't think it's weird that she wants to breast feed, suck her thumb and start using nappies again, do you? We told her absolutely not to the nappies, but will have to see with the others.
I am grieving a bit about the loss of the our current family unit. I have been able to establish a fair amount of control over Mia, but I'm scared what will happen now that she will have a brother with whom to plot. Really this could end up being the end of my reign. I can just see it now, she will say you know dad I would normally clean up after myself, clear the table, help with cooking, and generally care for myself, BUT I can't because you had this baby and I have to play with him. She will go on to say, I remember a time when you said you would be looking to me to help, well guess what Dad, I'm helping and he wants to play, don't you (insert name here)? Of course that will just be the start of it. Jump ahead 11 years and Mia now has a driver's license. Dad I need the car? No, not for me, for (insert name). He wants to go to a friends and I said I would drive him. Of course because I'm such a good sister, I will wait to pick him up and bring him home. I suppose I can't wait at HIS friend's house, so I might as well wait at the mall. Don't worry about me... I'll be fine. By the way, Dad, do you have fifty dollars I could borrow (read: have with no intention of every paying back)?
What have I done? Gone are the days of control. Gone are the days of my leadership. Gone are the days of... who am I kidding, I never had that. Amelia has always ruled the house. Oh well, back to my fantasy.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Due date plus 12
I don't know what more to say. To be honest, I have developed a fair amount of anxiety about this. Actually it has become a bit overwhelming. However, since this is not about me and is about my wife I will let you know that she was not interested in my plan for inducing her 'naturally,' which leaves me with no pictures to show.
The plan now is that she will be admitted to the hospital tomorrow. Until then...
The plan now is that she will be admitted to the hospital tomorrow. Until then...
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Due date plus 11
Another day, more pressure, some pain, and still no baby. We have been doing everything known to man, or woman, to get this baby to come out; everything except caster oil. The reaching up to grab hold of anything, something and pull it out method has only resulted in some extra pain for Andrea. The pushing down at a 25 degree angle on her stomach while at the same time have her push did indeed empty some fluids, but no baby. The shake her up and bounce her around method only resulted in her getting sick. So my last method is the following: feed her chili peppers with a side of banana peppers, caster oil for things to go out one way and ipecac for the things to go the other, while riding on a motorcycle down an unpaved road with her somehow visulizing the baby coming out. I don't know about you, but I think this will either make the baby come out or just about every other part of her insides. I'll let you know how it goes and, if you and I are lucky, I'll have some pictures to show too.
I just found some old pictures. It's amazing how big Mia's gotten
I just found some old pictures. It's amazing how big Mia's gotten
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Due date plus 10
What can I say? No baby, but there's hope. So in the meantime, here are some fun pictures.
Mia's best friend, Saya, just returned from Japan and brought Mia this Yukata, which is a Japanese summer garment.
Mommy and Mia had great fun putting it on.
Our little geisha-in-training.
For the last three weeks we have been going out to have our last three-people-in-the-family-soon-to-be-four dinner. This week should really be the last. So as a treat Mia got a special dessert. She got a cupcake that is almost as big as her head.
Mia thought it was a silly challenge on our part to see how many bites it would take to get to the center. Answer: one!
Yum... I think this is a keeper, she says.
Okay, maybe just one more bite.
Maybe I should have stopped when I had a chance... I neeeeeeeed milk... I need to lay down!
Mia's best friend, Saya, just returned from Japan and brought Mia this Yukata, which is a Japanese summer garment.
Mommy and Mia had great fun putting it on.
Our little geisha-in-training.
For the last three weeks we have been going out to have our last three-people-in-the-family-soon-to-be-four dinner. This week should really be the last. So as a treat Mia got a special dessert. She got a cupcake that is almost as big as her head.
Mia thought it was a silly challenge on our part to see how many bites it would take to get to the center. Answer: one!
Yum... I think this is a keeper, she says.
Okay, maybe just one more bite.
Maybe I should have stopped when I had a chance... I neeeeeeeed milk... I need to lay down!
Friday, April 17, 2009
Due date plus 9
Big news everyone, we are happy to announce that on...
That's how the posting will start when we actually have the baby. I was just practicing. Let me know if you have any suggestions on ways to add flourish.
By the way, today in St. Paul it will be 70 degrees and partly sunny.
That's how the posting will start when we actually have the baby. I was just practicing. Let me know if you have any suggestions on ways to add flourish.
By the way, today in St. Paul it will be 70 degrees and partly sunny.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Due date plus 7
Well, nothing new to share. So, here are some pics of Mia et al.
Mia and her best friend, Saya
The other two animals in the house besides Dixie the dog.
A picture prior to going to the grocery store and the dog park for Mia's daily walk.
Our cutie
Mia just looking wonderful.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Due date plus 6
Reside : to dwell permanently or continuously.
We have resided ourselves to the fact that the baby is late. However, not just late, but never coming. Let me explain why this might be easy for us to think. In order for me to leave at the end of the day I must do the following: write complete notes on each of the patients I see, not just in the chart, but also for the person covering me, otherwise known as redundancy; write emails to everyone who will be affected by my absence in order to let them know the things that have to be covered; and clean my desk (for most people this is not an issue, but I can't say the same thing). These things are only the physical things that I must do; they do not include the mental preparation of being gone - for which I am TOTALLY ready. Of course, I can't even imagine what Andrea goes through.
So you see it is easier to just permanently dwell in the place of acceptance that baby is taking his sweet time at coming out. This does, though, end up causing me to be a bit of a cynic. I mean, last night when Andrea came home after seeing her chiropractor, who by the way, told her she was going to do acupressure to stimulate labor (read: push parts of Andrea's body and tell her this will help when in fact it did nothing), and told me that she was feeling like tonight was the night because of these feelings she was having, I responded cynically. I said 'what baby? Are we having one?' I mean, I wasn't totally dismissive, I did finally acknowledge that there may, just perhaps, be a baby in my future, but it was not clear that was a given.
Of course I'm just kidding. I know that we will have a baby in the next 2 or 3 years. But I was hoping that it would happen around our due date. And let me just say a word about that - due date. If it's a due date, then how are we without a baby? Really, when the IRS gives me a due date, I am required to pay or incur the wrath of little, humorless people who come knocking on my door demanding money. What are we to do... knock on Andrea's stomach and demand to have his presence? Actually, that's not a bad idea. I can just see it now... knock, knock it's time to come out and play...
We have resided ourselves to the fact that the baby is late. However, not just late, but never coming. Let me explain why this might be easy for us to think. In order for me to leave at the end of the day I must do the following: write complete notes on each of the patients I see, not just in the chart, but also for the person covering me, otherwise known as redundancy; write emails to everyone who will be affected by my absence in order to let them know the things that have to be covered; and clean my desk (for most people this is not an issue, but I can't say the same thing). These things are only the physical things that I must do; they do not include the mental preparation of being gone - for which I am TOTALLY ready. Of course, I can't even imagine what Andrea goes through.
So you see it is easier to just permanently dwell in the place of acceptance that baby is taking his sweet time at coming out. This does, though, end up causing me to be a bit of a cynic. I mean, last night when Andrea came home after seeing her chiropractor, who by the way, told her she was going to do acupressure to stimulate labor (read: push parts of Andrea's body and tell her this will help when in fact it did nothing), and told me that she was feeling like tonight was the night because of these feelings she was having, I responded cynically. I said 'what baby? Are we having one?' I mean, I wasn't totally dismissive, I did finally acknowledge that there may, just perhaps, be a baby in my future, but it was not clear that was a given.
Of course I'm just kidding. I know that we will have a baby in the next 2 or 3 years. But I was hoping that it would happen around our due date. And let me just say a word about that - due date. If it's a due date, then how are we without a baby? Really, when the IRS gives me a due date, I am required to pay or incur the wrath of little, humorless people who come knocking on my door demanding money. What are we to do... knock on Andrea's stomach and demand to have his presence? Actually, that's not a bad idea. I can just see it now... knock, knock it's time to come out and play...
Monday, April 13, 2009
Due date plus 5
Update: still nothing. 50% effaced, 1 cm dilated, and 100% frustrated. I think that sums up Andrea’s current state. Wednesday will be the half way point to being induced. Let’s hope it happens before that. I suppose there’s always castor oil…
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Due date plus three
Beautiful day, 55 degrees, playing outside with my daughter, talking with my wife, everything was wonderful. No baby. Nothing. I think this is like when someone promises you a treat or a present, but doesn't tell you when it's coming. You're left there wondering if today's the day. Is today the day that this present that is supposed to be just for me and really something that I'll love is going to arrive. And at the end of the day all you can do is say, maybe tomorrow.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Due date plus 2
So my plan has not worked. Last night I tried to shine a flashlight through Andrea’s stomach in the hopes of having baby boy follow the light. Nothing. Then I tried to gently push on her stomach in the hopes of squeezing him out. Nothing (I suppose it’s not the same as a tube of toothpaste). Then I thought that since he appears to be defying gravity by not going down, that perhaps he would go up. So I had Andrea stand on her head. That didn’t work. Well, I laughed, but still no baby.
We’ll see what today brings. Andrea is at the midwife today. Perhaps they will tell us something new and exciting like the way to induce labor naturally is by Andrea and I standing on one foot while touching our pinkies together and chanting the baby’s name (for which we don’t have one, yet) while at the same time Mia runs a figure eight around our legs and says an ancient hymm.
We’ll see what today brings. Andrea is at the midwife today. Perhaps they will tell us something new and exciting like the way to induce labor naturally is by Andrea and I standing on one foot while touching our pinkies together and chanting the baby’s name (for which we don’t have one, yet) while at the same time Mia runs a figure eight around our legs and says an ancient hymm.
Thursday, April 09, 2009
due date plus 1
Well, what can I say? He's still inside, we are loosing our minds, and all I want to do is reach up there and grab him, pull him out, and say 'hey, there are people who want to meet you.' I haven't yet done that, but too much longer...
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Due date
So you know how if you just stare at a person and don't actually say anthing they are unlikely to know what you want? If you just stare and don't actually say their name they may not know you want to speak to them? Well, perhaps it's the same with the not-yet-born baby boy. We don't have a name. We can't decide on one. Sure we have a list of ones we like, but this list actually seems to be growing.
Anyway, my point is that all we are doing is sitting there staring at him (well actually staring at Andrea's stomach which actually is probably causing her more anxiety then it is for the baby). Maybe he dosen't know we want to speak with him; maybe he doesn't know we want to meet him. Anyway, perhaps we will name him today and then maybe he will understand he is to exit the ride now that it has come to a complete stop.
Anyway, my point is that all we are doing is sitting there staring at him (well actually staring at Andrea's stomach which actually is probably causing her more anxiety then it is for the baby). Maybe he dosen't know we want to speak with him; maybe he doesn't know we want to meet him. Anyway, perhaps we will name him today and then maybe he will understand he is to exit the ride now that it has come to a complete stop.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
okay
We've had enough. He's going to come out one way or another. Don't make me turn this pregnancy around! Actually, Andrea went for a long walk. She walked and walked. Still just some contractions, but nothing steady.
By the way, it seems that Cheryl has caught us out on my total lack of ability to adjust the clock on blogger. It seems that blogger has me posting 6 hours later then it actually is in Minnesota. Hmmmm... is it a sign that we should be returning to England?
By the way, it seems that Cheryl has caught us out on my total lack of ability to adjust the clock on blogger. It seems that blogger has me posting 6 hours later then it actually is in Minnesota. Hmmmm... is it a sign that we should be returning to England?
Dem wheels
They have a stopped turning. The contractions have all but stopped. I guess he is comfortable and warm... really who could blame him. It's 98.6 degrees, he's surrounded by a pool of water, he's getting fed when he wants, what's not to like. So, it's time for spice, walking, and anything that will make his stay in Hotel Andrea most unpleasant.
At work
Well, things have slowed down a bit. As a result, I have left my wife at home to relax. I suppose having me hovering over her was not helpful. So, again we wait...
Maybe it's time
I woke up this morning at my usual time and was told that Andrea might be in labor. She said her contractions were 6 minutes apart, but not very intense. So I did what any good husband would do and rolled over and went back to sleep. Actually, I got ready for the blessed event by showering, waiting on Andrea, and trying to finally come up with a name.
We called the midwife who said it may be labor or it may not; it's the intensity that matters, not so much the time. So, we will wait and see....
We called the midwife who said it may be labor or it may not; it's the intensity that matters, not so much the time. So, we will wait and see....
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