Author Note: All spelling and grammar mistakes are due to sleep deprivation!
Do you make a list of things to do? Well here is edited list of Saturday night. The original list was eat dinner, go to bed.
Church clothes ironed for Easter service: CHECK
Set alarm so we can make Easter breakfast: CHECK
Showered and ready for bed: CHECK
Last restroom visit before going to bed: CHECK
Mom visits the restroom again 5 minutes later: HMM? CHECK
Answering mom's questions, "What's that? What wrong? What now?" : CHECK
Calling the doctor to tell her mom's water broke: CHECK
Dressing mom, grab hospital bag, load car: CHECK
Drive safely to the hospital: ARE YOU SERIOUS?
Arrive at hospital in record breaking time: OH YEAH!
Well we had an Easter to remember, why? We spent Sunday morning welcoming Allison into the world. By morning I am of course refering to the hours between 12:00 AM and 9:30 AM. Doesn't everyone start their Easter day around midnight?
That's right we had a full day of church and family planned but Allison had different plans. Lesson one, what Allison says goes. What a full days work labor turned out to be, about 8 hours, who would have guessed it was hard. Here is a chronological run down of what I can remember (did you see the author's note above):
12:35 Mom goes to the restroom for the second time and notices her water has indeed broke.
12:36 Arrive at hospital (just kidding we got there about 1:00)
1:00 - 2:00 In the triage room waiting to be admitted to delivery, watching Live at the Apollo for the first time in about 10 years.
2:00 - 5:00 AM Normal contractions about every 5 minutes, Lamaze breathing makes all the difference in the world, between contractions we are talking and having a good time.
5:00 The labor nurse checks in on us and asks if we need any drugs to make it through labor, nope none here way we are going all natural. Dad is suprised since it is known that mom's pain tollerance is zero. He smiles and thinks to himself, drugs are coming patience.
5:02 The next contraction comes, mom begins speaking in tongues (praying in English and Spanish) and orders the nurse to give the epideral. The praying was the best part of the entire delivery. Mom abbandon's Lamaze breathing and chooses an up and coming method of crying out to God for help. I have included a little exerpt of one prayer:
"Come to me Jesus, be with me Jesus. Dad pray for me, mom pray for me. Thank you Jesus,
I love you Jesus. Senor gracias por tu amor..."
The spanish was a bit hard for me to understand but trust me when I tell you Grandma and I were laughing (not outloud of course that would have been suicide).
5:10 - 5:30 Transition begins, contractions are so strong mom wants to give up, too late here comes Allison. The thought of giving up here is actually quite commical to dad, he chuckles. Appariently laughing at your wife while she is in the worst pain of her life is a great way to become a target of oppurtunity to her. In the next few contractions mom digs her nails into dads hands and even tries to pull his pants down (I can only assume she wanted to make sure this kind of thing never happened again).
5:30 Mom gets her first shot of narcotic, smiles ensue, mom tells dad how much she loves him, the speaking in tongues subsides (dad begins many silent prayers thanking the inventor of drugs).
5:35 The doctor arrives to administer the epideral, mom is held down and told not to move no matter what, mom slips into a comma or something for the next 15 minutes. She doesn't move an inch, she tells us later she had to sit perfectly still through an entire contraction.
6:00 The epideral starts working, the next contraction is noticeable easier to handle. This is the perfect time to ask mom for things but instead dad decides just to enjoy the peace. Dad applies bandages to his hands from the gashes and scratches from mom's nails.
6:05 - 7:00 Mom is aloud to regroup and rest, dad sits down for the first time in 5 hours, Grandma never leaves mom's side.
7:00 - 9:00 Mom is loving life, she is so glad the Allison is on the way, we are talking casually while mom pushes through the contractions. Mom makes great progress as we work with the best labor nurse in the world, Erin. Okay, here is where I am reminded of a conversation I had with my friend Mike (father of 3). Mike casually reminds me not to travel below mom's head, nothing down south is going to be appealing he says. Well of course I was curious and took a peak at what 10 cm dilated looked like. Dad is forever scarred by what he say and takes a holy vow of celebicy.
9:10 Doctor Leong steps into the room in the last minutes of pushing to catch Allison and earn her paycheck. It's nice to see she has taken time from her busy schedule to join us.
9:10 - 9:20 Apparently epidurals only work until mom has to push a watermelon through a whole the size of a coaster, after some screaming and reconsideration of having a second child Allison is set on mom's chest and cleaned off, dad may or may not have cried (no one knows for sure), mom stares in amazement trying to figure out how something so big fit through a hole so small. (no one told us our baby was going to be purple by the way, thanks for the heads up, I almost died).
The next 1.5 hours were magical, it was bonding time, Allison latched on the first try and went to town eating, her eyes were wide open (grayish blue right now) and she was moving all around, lifting her head, kicking her legs, and so many other awesome things. Dad finished taking his 150th picture and followed the nurse to the nursery (camera in tow) to observe Allison getting her first bath and checkup. It was fun watching her get washed off and not so fun watching her get her first shot but as I counted fingers and toes for the 10th time and looked at her nose and ears that look just like mine I was in awe. I got to see the rest of the family briefly on the way to the nursery.
Sharing in part of the miracle that is birth is inspiring, I was at a loss for words, nodding and smiling a lot I think. The rest of the day was a blur. Family coming and going, constant nurse checkups and feedings. I really lost all track of time and before we knew it we were on our way home Tuesday at 2 PM.
I could go on and on but really who wants to know what moms kankles look like or how long it took dad to change his first poop filled diaper (by the way poop doesn't really describe the tarpit that was down there). You don't want to hear about the 20 minute bathroom trips by mom or about how dad watched almost an entire movie during labor.
Well that is all I can recall now, and since I am working off a total lack of sleep I am going to stop for now. Let me leave you with a picture of the best thing to ever happen to us: