Nico, Christopher and baby Blake in the hospital room. February 11, 2019.
February 28, 2019
My new son was born a
couple of weeks ago. I wasn’t sure if I wanted kids, since I was already
a father of 2 young boys, but the moment the newest addition to our family was
born I felt proud to know how lucky to be able to welcome another
child into this world.
He was born a month early however, so that was a pretty big
surprise. That Saturday morning my wife woke me up and told me she thinks
she peed the bed.
“Ugh, it’s so early. 5:30 A.M. to be exact. Let’s
just swap places or better yet I’ll go to the couch and we will worry about
this in a few hours.”
My wife told me she was up and couldn’t fall back to sleep.
When I got up 3 hours later she informed me that her water may
have broke since she continued to leak like a faucet.
We examined the bed sheets and looked for discoloration or any
indication that she had an “accident.” There was nothing there on the
white bed sheets that appeared to be an “accident.” It is if there was
nothing wet at all.
Naturally we ended up in the hospital where we were told that
the baby was on its way. And just like that, she was checked in, tagged,
pricked with an IV bag and rolled into a labor and delivery room.
“Excuse me,” I said to the nurse while standing outside my room
just in front of the nurses station.
“Of course, I’m no doctor. And I will come across as an
overzealous, new dad. And maybe I have had too much caffeine. And honestly, you know most of my knowledge is from what I have seen in the movies. And in
the movies, when the contractions are reduced well, the baby has to be
coming, right? She’s went from 5 minute contractions to 2 minutes
contractions. That has to be something indicating birth?”
After she told me she’d be in the room in about 2 minutes I
walked back into the eye of the hurricane. My wife was clutching the
sides of the bed. My sister was consoling her. And I was standing
helpless at the foot of the bed ready to catch whatever she was about to push
out.
The nurse walked in and gloved up her hand. She
laughed. Snd gently felt to see where the baby was.
“Holy crap! She’s 100% dilated.”
She ran out. While ripping the glove off her hand, tossed
it in the trash and went out the door to go get the cavalry.
About 10 seconds later the medical staff rushed like hordes in
The Walking Dead ready to fest. The phenominal doctor walked in cool, calm, and collected.
“Push! Lina," the doctor said.
“2nd time, push!”
“She’s pushing. She’s pushing,” I said.
“Push. Come on. He’s turning blue. “
“You heard her, push!” I yelled.
And with that final push, baby Blake was born. He was 4 lbs. But even know he was a klight weight, he weighed heavily on my heart. It was a good day to welcome a new life into
the world.
Beinvendio, my new baby boy, Blake.
PS: Happy birthday to son number 1, Nico!
PS: Happy birthday to son number 1, Nico!
Daddy and baby Blake (4 lbs. 4 oz) at home. February 15, 2019.
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