If you have been following my prior entries here, you know how very excited, as well as very nervous, this whole endeavor of becoming parents for the first time has made me. I want to do a good job, I want to be a great father and role model…. And, I want to NOT drop the baby.
Well, here we were, about one week short of a full term, when we went to the doctor and got the a-okay so far. We set our next appointment for the actual due date, at which time if our little girl had not chosen to enter this world yet, we would figure out a way to coax her out. We went home that Friday afternoon, had a nice, quiet evening, and went to bed.
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In all fairness, I wasn't sleeping well anyway.
I awoke around 2 am when my expecting wife called out that her water had broken. And here we go.
We quickly dressed and assembled our go-bags we had been preparing, got in the car and started down the street for the hospital. We reached the ER entrance quickly, and in good spirits – nervous, but good spirits. After a confirmation that yes, her water had broken, my wife and I were moved into the Labor and Delivery Suite. Nervous, but still okay. It is 2:30 am.
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Skipping ahead through the tough parts, it was a long process, with no small amount of pain for my wife, and in watching her suffer, me as well. But with help from some absolute rock-star medical staff by our side – and the epidural that made all the difference between surviving this and who-knows-what, we welcomed our little baby girl into the world Saturday evening – Miss Riley.
It has been about a week now, home with Riley, and things are going pretty well. She is a relatively relaxed baby, and when she does cry, there is usually a reason, and once we figure it out, she is back to cool as a cucumber. We wake up in the middle of the night, but compared to the horror stories we have heard, we are grateful so far. And no matter what comes down the road, we will be ready. We will figure it out, together. As a family.