Hello all, this is just a small note to let you know that you have until midnight tonight to enter the EcoBuns giveaway. After that time, those who have completed all three steps of the giveaway will be compiled and tomorrow during the Grand Opening the winner will be randomly chosen. Don’t miss out on this great giveaway that includes a BumGenius All in one organic, matching pair of baby legs and a Bummis Swimmi dipe. Anyone can enter and remember that if you live out of state you will be responsible for paying shipping and handling.
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It’s 9:58pm on August 30th 2011. So much has happened since yesterday and my life has changed once again. Out of all the greatest moments I have experienced there is one that tops all of them; the birth of my children. The most recent addition to my family is Lola Mae. My little girl has finally arrived and this time yesterday my wife was in labor. Rebecca had been having contractions for most of the day yesterday but nothing significant or close together. We ran some errands and went to the airport to pick up her mom. Rebecca told her mom how she had been feeling and that she believed that something might happen tonight. I was excited and remembered that the day prior, Rebecca mentioned that within 24 hours she would go into labor. I wondered if she was right and when her contractions got closer and closer the evening of the 29th I knew it was going to happen.
My wife had labored for a while at home and when her contractions were less than 5 minutes apart for more than an hour I called the on-call nurse. We had been told to head on in and I tried to remain calm. It was definitely surreal and although it felt like I was dreaming the sight of my wife’s painful contractions told me this was reality. We got into the car and headed to the hospital. It’s about 5 to 7 minutes away from where we live and even though the speed limit is about 35mph the whole way, I was slightly over the limit.
“We don’t have to rush there. We’re not that far.”
I had not realized that I was hauling butt to the hospital. I was already sweating bullets and I thought about how this was going to go down. I couldn’t wait to meet my baby Lola. We arrived at the hospital and walked up to the window.
“Are we trying to have a baby,” asked the nurse.
“No ma’am, my wife swallowed a basketball and is hunched over in pain because she can’t get it out.”
Yeah…that wasn’t my actual response but I did want to say something to that effect. Instead, my wife and I let out an awkward chuckle and nodded our heads and we were pointed to the front of the hospital. The hallway to the front is not that far but it felt like forever. Rebecca stopped at one point with a bad contraction and I couldn’t help but feel bad. Once we got to the front of the hospital we mentioned to the people at the front desk that Rebecca was in labor. They told us to head up on the elevator and when we got in we forgot what floor the birth center was on. I felt like a fool and jumped out of elevator and asked which floor it was. The ladies laughed at me and told me it was the third floor and Rebecca and I were off.
Once we got into our room the nurse checked my wife and she was dilated between a 5 and 6. As for me I was dilated at a 9 but this isn’t about me, this is about my wife. Her contractions were getting closer and closer and more painful as time passed. She was having back labor and it seemed as though the only thing that helped ease the pain was me rubbing her back. I was happy to oblige and eventually my wife tried out the jacuzzi tub. She seemed to enjoy it but in the end it wasn’t working. What did work was the back massage and standing rather than laying down. Rebecca started feeling some pressure and I knew she was close. She had been checked again before the pressure and she was at an 8. Our doctor had not yet arrived because he was delivering another baby and when my wife said that she felt like she had to push I began to freak out. She squatted slightly and I helped her on the bed. I pressed the nurses button and she rushed in.
“What’s going on? Are you ok?”
“She feels like she needs to push.”
“Ok, good because the doctor just got here.”
The nurse checked Rebecca one last time and immediately said that it was time. My heart was racing and my blood pressure was up. The doctor walked in and said hello. I responded with a friendly hello but I wanted to say,
“Come on doc, let’s do this! There’s no time to dilly dally!”
I stayed calm and continued with my coaching. I kept telling my wife that she was doing great and that she could do this. She had begun to push and I felt so close to her. I coached some more and the doctor said she had a few more pushes and she would be done. I could see that the baby had her head out and I told Rebecca that she was almost there. She took a deep breath and pushed with all her might. Lola was born and I was overwhelmed with emotion. I shed some tears when I saw her and heard her cry for the first time. Even as I type this my eyes are watering. The doctor placed Lola on her moms stomach and we both gushed over our little girl. It’s a feeling that is hard to explain but I felt my heart grow a few times larger than it was. Think about the ending of “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” and how his heart grew in size. That was me…well…minus the Grinch part but my heart grew the moment my daughter was born. I cut the umbilical cord and put on her first cloth diaper. I will admit I had a little trouble with my nemesis “The Snappi” but I got it and Lola was styling.
In the end, we got to the hospital around 9pm on 8/29/11 and Lola Mae was born the same day at 11:27pm. Rebecca did great and both of my ladies are in good health. At the time Lola was born she was the only girl on the floor surrounded by a bunch of boys. I hope this isn’t a sign of what may happen in the future but then again; Logan was the only boy on a floor surrounded by girls when he was born. It probably doesn’t mean anything but no matter how I look at it I might be in for a slew of riffraff when she gets older. It’s been a crazy couple of days. Watching your wife go into labor and give birth to your child is amazing. It truly changes your life and tugs at your emotional strings within. I’m a proud father and another chapter in my life has begun. I will cherish these moments and I have once again experienced one of life’s greatest moments…Birth.Post Views: 268
This past Tuesday I experienced something amazing. I communicated with my daughter through the use of an eyebrow. Now, I can’t say for sure that what I experienced was complete communication but after I explain what happened you can generate your own conclusion. So this past Tuesday my wife went with our son on a field trip. I was a little worried because Lola, our daughter, was staying with me and my wife is her only source of food. Sure she could pump but we need a better pump before we go all out. So anyway, my wife said that our 1 month old had a routine where she sleeps in the morning around the time she would be gone so I should be good. My wife was going to be gone for a couple hours and suggested that I put a movie on and relax. I felt a little better after our conversation. Although I had a game plan I kept wondering how Lola was going to react once she woke and realized she was no longer in the arms of her mother. She had fallen asleep in her arms but handed off to me later on so I figured she was going to freak out.
Two and half hours passed before she finally woke up. Instead of freaking out something amazing happened. My little Lola looked at me and smiled as I spoke to her. She was cooing and I was laughing with her and her eyebrow went up. I stopped for a moment and noticed that I was doing the same thing. I put my eyebrow down, she smiled and then hers went down too.
“Is she copying me,”, I thought.
I put my eyebrow up again and she did it too. I put both of them up and she did the same. All this time she’s smiling and cooing. It was unbelievable and I’m sure we were communicating through our eyebrows. I mean, it could be a fluke but she’s been doing it a lot lately. She’s very animated and it amazes me. What makes this even more cool is that the whole eyebrow lifting ability is exclusive to my kids and I. My wife is unable to do it but the kids are spot on with me. I made sure to add a picture to this post of Lola that my wife took so that you could see first hand what I’m talking about. After you have glanced at her look up at my banner and you’ll see my eyebrow lift. Any resemblance? I think we look a lot alike. So what do you think? Is it possible that we were somehow communicating through the use of our eyebrows? Or was it merely a random occurrence? I’m thinking we were communicating. I mean, it wasn’t something we were trying to say to each other, we were just playing back and forth. Then again, it could be interpreted as her and I trying to outdo one another with our eyebrow lift. No matter what it was, it’s something that amazed me and the experience was awesome. Have you experienced something similar?Post Views: 111
Woooooooo! Two weeks and counting my fellow Jabber Loggers! Yesterday made the birth of my daughter more of a reality. My wife and I had to meet with one of the advisors of the hospital in order to pre-register so that we did not have to do it when my wife goes into labor. The hospital is very nice and it’s pretty peaceful as well. I’m sure it won’t be all that peaceful when my wife is crushing my hand while dealing with a killer contraction but oh well. I helped make the child so I might as well take some pain as well right? We sat in the office with the advisor and we enjoyed some small talk but we quickly moved on to the good stuff. Let’s register and get to know everyone by asking somewhat awkward questions.
“So Ricardo, I see you’re a 911 dispatcher.”
“Yep, that’s correct.”
“Oh, that sounds like a very interesting job.”
“Why yes it is.”
The advisor stared at me for a moment, smiled and nodded her head. I was baffled. I smiled back and nodded my head as well.
“I bet you’ve heard it all huh? The job sounds unpredictable.”
“That it is, that it is.”
There were long pauses and I usually don’t talk about all of my calls because I have taken some horrifying ones. If you don’t believe me, click on the right side for “Within the Trenches” and you can read a few bad ones. So after a few awkward pauses we moved on. I wasn’t trying to be a jerk to her. I was just saving her mind from thinking too much about any bad call I brought up. We moved on to allergies in the family and past medical history. It was the normal routine crap but what threw me for a loop was when she asked about our race/ethnicity.
“So I see that you’re both white but do either of you have anything else mixed in there?”
I chuckled for a moment. I glanced over at my wife and then smiled. I slowly turned toward the advisor and my smile grew. Imagine the scene in the animated version of, “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” when his smile starts out small and then grows beyond belief.
“Um…well I’m actually 100% Mexican.”
“Oh!” She turned red for a moment. “Well, I thought you might be mixed because your name is Ricardo but…”
My wife and I laughed. I took no offense at all by her comment. It takes a lot to upset me and I have an open mind and an excellent sense of humor.
I laughed and said, “It’s cool. I am slightly lighter than most Mexicans and I have no accent.” I made sure to say all of this in my best announcer voice and we all shared a nice laugh about it. Then the advisor asked another question and I almost lost it!
“So Rebecca, I know Ricardo is full Mexican but do you have any Mexican in you?”
I let out a chuckle and I bit my tongue. Seeing how she was pregnant I could have busted out several cracks but I held back. I glanced at my wife and she gave me the, “Don’t you dare joke right now” look. I’m sure she would have laughed but I let it go. The registration ended with a tour of the birthing center and I was impressed. The best part, for my wife that is, was that she may have a room with a jacuzzi. Now from what I saw, it looked pretty sweet. Are there any mom’s out there that had a chance to use one? If so, let me know what you thought about it. There is just a short time left and Lola Mae is on her way and I’m stoked! Can’t wait to meet you baby girl!Post Views: 210