So here we are, 11 days away from the estimated due date. The problem with that date however is that only 3 to 5 percent of all babies worldwide are born on their due date. Should be called the "over/under" date, or the "your wife will be in true misery a couple of weeks prior to date". The waiting is AWFUL! Kind of like waking up every morning to see if today is Christmas or not. I wish we just knew the exact date is what I am trying to say. Or, I wish she had a pop up timer like a Thanksgiving turkey.
I would like to take a minute to say Thanks! Thanks to all of the drunk, stoned, and stupid folks that tend to show themselves during our occasional trips into the winter wonderland. Thank you for driving your $75,000 vehicles into telephone poles. Thank you for trying to show your grand kids how to sled down the driveway, even if it is only half covered in ice and snow. Thank you for making us risk our lives (PD, FD, & EMS) because you don't value your own. If you valued your life, you would be sitting at home by the fire!
We also learn other things during these fun weekends. We learn that if a 40,000 pound fire engine hits black ice and goes SIDEWAYS on I-285 a calm driver can save it before anyone gets hurt. We learn that EMS professionals can avoid death by inches when the car they are helping get a patient out of gets slammed into by one of the assholes that think that ice is "not too bad". And finally we learn that there needs to be a boat load of chlorine added to the gene pool.
OK, off the soap box... Emilee is miserable. I don't envy her one bit right now. I have a hard time buying into the BS that gets spun about how "beautiful it is to carry a child" and "pregnancy is the most amazing experience". Emilee is in pain, sick, and tired all of the time. And all because of "how beautiful" pregnancy is. I know I am supposed to be in awe of the whole thing right now, but I want my wife back.
I am not deluded enough to think that my life will ever be the same again. I am very well aware of the impending changes that have already started and are going to continue to shape my life when the bundle of joy (a.k.a. 7-10 pound hellion) arrives. But I do want my wife to be able to walk, get dressed, and tie her own shoes again. I want her to be able to roll over in bed on her own, and I want her to feel good again. I want there to be peace and quiet.
HA HA HA! I just said peace and quiet with a new born on the way. Man I am so.....
Keep Smiling,
Rob
Well..., it sounds like you have a pretty good idea of things to come, although nothing and no one can really prepare you. You guys will be great! And yes. Believe it or not she'll start feeling better soon. Just remember to be helpful, be present, be out of the way when you need to be. Remember..., she's always right; no matter. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm only sick because I'm pretty sure I have TB/SARS/pluerisy and I can't take anything because this virus is safer for the baby than any drugs available....
ReplyDeleteI'm only in pain because there is a head in my cervix trying to bust through....
and it's tiring to be so fat...
I'll be back soon... don't you worry...
Then you will probably be saying... I liked it better when you were asleep ;)
Well, I guess it is time for a combo story. (You know, involves babies and EMTs)
ReplyDeleteIt seems an EMT was dispatched to help with a lady in labor. Not just in labor, but ready to pop. He gets to the location okay, but finds that there is a power outage due to storms, but goes to the door anyway.
The woman lets him in holding a candle and trying to keep her 3-year-old from panic induced hysteria as she (the mom) is screaming in pain.
It doesn't take long for the EMT to realize that the baby is coming and he is coming right now, not on the way to anywhere. He then enlists the help of the little girl by having her hold his flashlight.
She does a great job of holding the light and the baby is delivered without too much trouble. The EMT slaps the newborn on the butt with the expected result of crying and screaming.
At this point, he begins to worry some about the effect of the experience on the 3-year-old and calmly asks her if she is okay. Her response?
"Sure, but you should smack that baby again. He shouldn't have crawled in there to start with."
You will survive. It may not always be pretty, but you will survive.
Hey guys Hang in there. And I agree and I can speak for Kristen when I say there is only about 3 months of pregnancy thats any fun the other parts suck. But Something Beautiful will come out of it you can be rest assured. And as far as the peace and quiet. Forget it that's over! Call us when she arrives Love you guys!-T
ReplyDeleteYou won't get your wife back until about a year from now, well, that's how it work for Marty. It was like have her brain disappeared. Weird, good luck.
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