Thursday, September 21, 2006

Here Comes Me!

Due Date +6, Due Date +7 (aka Birth Date)

Okay, in case you were wondering. I've been just a little busy lately. Not to mention the fact I wrote a post the day after young Antonio was born (pretty much the best thing I've ever written, if you ask me [okay, not really, but it seemed like it after being awake for 38 of the most intense hours in my life]) which got deleted.

Here's the shorter version.

Monday, September 18, 2006.

9:00 AM: Since the baby in Debbie's belly had no interest in arriving anytime in the near future, we arrive at the hospital so Deb can be induced. Hopefully speeding up the process.

1:00 PM: Nope, nothing yet.

5:00 PM: Nope, still nothing.

9:00 PM: Nothing.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006.

12:00 Midnight: Not a thing.

12:30 AM: Nothing. This is probably a good time to settle in for a little sleep, because it seems like Deb might have a long day ahead of her.

12:31 AM: Nevermind. Things are happening. A lot of things. And they're happening really quickly. And painfully.

1:30 AM: Still happening. Still painful. Deb wants her drugs. No drugs in the near future. She says some things in a very loud tone of voice.

2:00 AM: Still painful. Still no drugs. Deb has to improvise*.


(Don't worry, she didn't really eat the Root Beer Float).

2:30 AM: Here come the drugs.

2:31 AM: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah. That's better.

3:00 AM: Things settle down again. The doctor tells us he'll be back before 7:00 AM and we should be ready to start pushing. Deb settles in for a few hours of pain free labor. Drugs are pretty cool.

(Kids, just say no.)

6:59 AM: The doctor returns.

7:00 AM: Time to push.

7:20 AM: Time to stop pushing. Since the youngster was stubborn enough that he wanted to delay his time of entry into the world, it only makes sense that he would make it difficult to actually come into the world. So it's time to go to a different room with different doctors for a different kind of procedure that sounds a lot like "emergency c-section."

7:21 AM: Time for Jeff to freak out.

7-something AM: Time is kind of blurry here. Let's just say I'm so happy Deb was the one having the baby instead of me, because she was such an absolute trooper and pretty much the bravest person I've ever seen. I was an absolute mess. The doctors and nurses kicked all kinds of ass, and then, at:

7:49 AM: Antonio Scott Rodgers was born. My life changed forever.


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Mother and baby are doing great. She's feeling better, and he's being a baby. And not just any baby, but the bestest baby in the entire world.


We couldn't be happier. Thank you to everyone for your kind thoughts and prayers.



More pictures and updates to come.

(And one question, does this mean I have to start losing all my sympathy baby weight now?

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