Tales Of An Expectant Dad: Week 82 (Final Entry!)

1002174_10151819471369697_290201084_nOn November 5th 2012, my wife gave birth to our first child. During the pregnancy I decided that I would write about the experience. Every week since I have documented all of the events that took place throughout this time, along with my thoughts on them. Now that I can confirm that our baby is happy and healthy, I will share those thoughts with you.

Week 82 – Home And Happy And Healthy (And Stinky And Loud And Gross)

It has now been 41 weeks since Alex left the hospital and I am happy to report that he is perfectly happy and healthy. He is ten months old now and not only is he crawling like a maniac, but he is standing on his own and on the verge of walking!

I hate to be one of those people who says you just don’t get it unless you are a parent, but you don’t. The emotions that come from creating a person that did not exist before, and watching him grow and develop and take your mannerisms is completely unmatched. He had me teary-eyed during Finding Nemo. I never cried during a movie in my life (including Up) and now I’m sobbing through Finding Nemo? What have I become?

It took 6 months but we finally did close on the house and another 6 to finish renovation and actually move in. I love the house. We modernized it enough to make it our own but did not change so much that it is unrecognizable from the house my great-uncle called home. There is plenty of yard space for Alex to run around in and I can’t wait to play catch with him.

The last year and a half has easily been the most emotional time I have ever gone through. Each triumph and set back and piece of news we received took more out of me than I could possibly comprehend until now. With that in mind I would like to thank every one of my friends and family for offering their time, support, thoughts and prayers. While I did not accept everyones assistance (that can be like pulling teeth for me), justing knowing that I had such a strong support system behind me made all the difference in the world.

Finally, I want to thank my wife Jessica being as amazing as she is. I can not begin to comprehend the physical toll her body went through and I never will. For her to just function at a normal level through pregnancy is nothing short of amazing, but to handle house hunting and moving and child birth and being a mother and keeping me in check when I started to waver all at the same time is David Copperfield S#!T right there!

I hope you all enjoyed reading about my experiences waiting for my son to be born. If you actually learned something throughout it then that is a total bonus. If my wife talks me into having a second kid I look forward to doing it again.

Don’t expect that any time soon thought. We’re still trying to keep Alex from getting into the kitchen.

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Tales Of An Expectant Dad: Week 41

330672_10151586481923902_1116080784_oOn November 5th 2012, my wife gave birth to our first child. During the pregnancy I decided that I would write about the experience. Every week since I have documented all of the events that took place throughout this time, along with my thoughts on them. Now that I can confirm that our baby is happy and healthy, I will share those thoughts with you.

Week 41 – The Greatest Black Friday Deal Of All Time

Two weeks after Alex was born he is still not out of the hospital. It sucks. This entire time I’ve just been hoping that we can have him home for Thanksgiving, three days away. To try and celebrate a holiday with him in the hospital is just not something I want to think about. We constantly go to see him and get updates from doctors, all telling us how good he is doing and how close he is to being let go. They won’t give any actual date though. I understand that they don’t want to give us a timetable only to have us freak out if he misses it, but not having any real idea when he could come home is maddening. Everything seems to revolve around a headscan. They want to scan his head to check for brain damage (I didn’t even consider brain damage until they brought it up!), but can’t do it until they can remove all of the IV’s and plugs from him that supply him with sugar and whatever else he needs.

On Tuesday, I go to see him after work, like I normally do, and he has no IV connected to him! He isn’t even in the enclosed chamber. Instead he’s just laying there with no cover in what looks like a plastic container from Target. He looks great. So the next question is, when is he getting the goddamn headscan? I’m told it could be as early as Wednesday. That means Thanksgiving is still in play!

Alexander would have the scan on Wednesday but they would need an extra day to make sure everything was alright. So no, Alex would not come home for Thanksgiving. It was much easier to handle though because we were told we could pick him up Friday. That’s a firm date of exit. You can’t imagine how happy Jess and I were to know that he was leaving the hospital. It was one of the least traditional Thanksgiving’s I’ve ever had. We prepared our apartment for his arrival, we went to my brother’s for some leftovers, and of course we spend a good part of the day in the hospital with out little turkey before ending the day with some much needed relaxation before the lifelong adventure set to start the next day. I have a lot to be thankful for.

Black Friday finally came and for once, shopping is not the first thing on my mind (I still got some good online deals though). We go to the hospital and after what seemed like hours of paper signing and instructions and just waiting around, I’m told to get the car. Jess brings him down, we put him in the car and away we go.

I’ve never driven more carefully. When we finally get home I pull him out of the car seat and bring him in the house. I put him on the floor to put some things away. When I turn around, I stare down and there he is. Sitting in a car seat, eyes open, staring at me. HO-LEE-SHIT. That was the moment I always heard about and saw in movies. That moment when everything changes. The moment where you feel completely overwhelmed, but also completely in control. There is a baby in my living room. No one is coming to take him away. He’s home, and now we have to take care of him.

For the most part, things go pretty smooth. If there is a good thing about him being in the NICU for all those weeks, it’s that we got a crash course in baby care. We’ve been getting assistance in changing, feeding, burping and holding him, and we learned something new everyday. He’s also had a lot of different people holding him, which means he isn’t specifically glued to either (or none) of us. The only issue, as is the case with seemingly every baby, is sleeping. He needs someone holding, or in some cases just touching him, or else he doesn’t calm down. Let me tell you, this kid can scream your ears off. Eventually he’ll tucker himself out, but if he gets more than three hours of sleep in the middle of the night we start counting our blessings.

The funny thing is that no matter how much he cries or doesn’t sleep or ruins his clothes by peeing in them, we’re never angry. Frustrated a little, sure, but whenever we see his face it all just melts away. Our son is home. He can do no wrong. Having a baby truly is a miracle. Whether we try to have a second miracle or not is totally up for debate.

Tales Of An Expectant Dad: Week 40

IMG_20121108_181700_428On November 5th 2012, my wife gave birth to our first child. During the pregnancy I decided that I would write about the experience. Every week since I have documented all of the events that took place throughout this time, along with my thoughts on them. Now that I can confirm that our baby is happy and healthy, I will share those thoughts with you.

Week 40 – The Waiting Game

It has now been two full weeks since my son was born and he is still in the hospital. The first week I spent with Jessica in her room. She got a comfy recliner bed (as she should of course) while I was relegated to “sleeping” on a small bench right along a giant air vent. That thing sucked. There is very little control over the thermostat in the room, so you either have the vent blasting extreme cold or extreme heat continuously. At night I am choosing between either freezing or burning, so my best option is to take one of the two pillows they gave me and wedge it in front of the vent, blocking the air. The air is so powerful that it only partially blocks it, but I can’t complain.

The week in the hospital flew by and dragged on at the same time. Nurses would periodically check on Jess and give her medicine, we ordered lunch and dinner through the hospital, and one or two relatives came by each day. As for Alex, he is not allowed to leave the NICU. He is in a plastic box with an oxygen tube is his nose because he has trouble breathing and an IV in his arm giving him sugar because he isn’t producing enough on his own. In order for us to see him, we have to call the room, and they let us know if it is okay to see him. Just see him. It would take a couple of days before we were actually allowed to hold him. Sometimes, they’d have to say no because they are admitting another baby or a procedure is taking place. Imagine being told you can’t see your baby right now? That’s what we’re going through. Our second day there a doctor comes to us in the middle of the night to have us sign letters of consent so that they can transfuse plasma into him because his platelets are low. If you see one of those letters, don’t read it. Just sign it. Seeing all the possible outcomes we are allowing them to put into play essentially put Jessica into tears.

Other than that, my son is fantastic. He eats, he sleeps, he poops. That’s about it. I changed the first diaper of my life, fed and burped him by the end of the week. It all felt so natural by the time I was done. Having your child open his eyes, look right at you, squeeze your finger and nuzzle into your chest is one of those feelings you can’t really describe. I barely know this person and he means everything.

We held out hope that he would be able to come home with us when Jess was discharged but it was not to be. Leaving the hospital was incredibly difficult. We are allowed to be in the hospital as long as we want, but if you stay too much you start to go crazy. I was happy to go to work the next day because I just needed the escape. Jess didn’t have that ability. She is set to be away from work for another five weeks or so with her paternity leave, and couldn’t go back if she wanted to due to the operation. She is in rough shape. Physically she is mostly sore (and lighter, as she lost 20 pounds two weeks after he was born). But mentally it is all taking a toll on her. She wants all of the experiences of having a newborn baby. The touching, the playing, the feeding. She can only be at the hospital for a few hours a day and that is not enough. She yearns for that connection she had with him while pregnant. Now some stranger (albeit a professional) is doing all of those things. I can see how new moms go through depression now.

I on the other hand am just running myself ragged. On the days I have off I go to the hospital twice a day. We specifically aim to make it to his feedings (3 hours a day, all day and all night). I go at 3:00pm, come home and then take Jess at 9:00pm. When I work, I tried going every day at first but it caught up to me. Working all day, then going to see him everyday is leaving me exhausted. I skipped a couple of days and felt like the worst parent ever. The whole process is two steps forward, one step back. He is breathing without assisted air but he has low potassium. His potassium is better but his platelets dropped. Thankfully he seems to be better than he started at the end of each day. It just takes time. It’s hard to be patient though. Some days we feel okay. Other days we definitely don’t.

I want my son home.

Tales Of An Expectant Dad: Week 39

IMG_20121105_165314_254On November 5th 2012, my wife gave birth to our first child. During the pregnancy I decided that I would write about the experience. Every week since I have documented all of the events that took place throughout this time, along with my thoughts on them. Now that I can confirm that our baby is happy and healthy, I will share those thoughts with you.

Week 39 – Nothing Comes Easy

The thirty-ninth week started as simply as any other. Following the hurricane we had scheduled an appointment to see our doctor Monday morning. They were originally booked and wanted us to go on Friday instead, but since our last appointment was Monday two weeks ago we didn’t want to go almost three weeks without an appointment. Jess pushed us into that Monday appointment with some stern motherly nagging.

We show up about as early as we ever have. I had to work so we didn’t want to have to spend as much time as we normally do in the waiting room. If they had to squeeze us in for Monday, who knows how packed it would be. We essentially showed up at the same time as our doctor. To our surprise, the waiting room would be virtually empty when we arrived. I may even get a nap in before work.

Before long we are having our appointment. Jess is examined and informed that while she is getting closer she is not dilated and there will be “no baby today.” Maybe this weekend. We are told everything looks fine. Heartbeat, fluids, all good. We are essentially ready to leave before Jessica mentions that she did not feel the baby moving much since the night before. Our doctor decides to put her on a monitor for 20 minutes just in case. They hook her up and after the 20 minutes, there is not nearly enough movement from the baby. They give Jessica some juice to see if the sugar wakes him up. Nothing. Jess moves on her left side, then on her right side. Nothing. Now I’m getting concerned. After over an hour of monitoring our doctor decides that we need to go to the hospital for further monitoring with better equipment. That must be the issue, the equipment.

The hospital is under ten minutes away so we decide to get Jessica a meal to help get Alexander going. We stop at a pizza place where I get one soda and two slices of pizza. One for her and one for me. She devours the first slice so fast that I offer her my piece as well. She begrudgingly accepts and eats it faster than the first slice. Now at the hospital we head to the labor ward. We never had a tour of the facility so we are at least getting a first hand look. My wife gets hooked up to another monitoring device and despite the food and enhanced machinery, we still get little from our son. After an hour we get moved down to get a sonogram for an even closer look. At this point our early exit and nap before work is completely out the window. I’m now calling work to inform them that I will be late. After the sonogram did not reveal anything we went back up for more monitoring. The entire time we are never told what would happen if they didn’t get movement from him. Well now we know. At 3:30pm we were told that he would be coming out in the next 24 hours (BOOM!). They weren’t sure if it would be a c-section or if they would induce labor. With things being so vague Jess and I each called our folks to let them know what was going on. I left the room, briefly spoke to my mom, left a message with my dad, and told work not to expect me in for the next week or so. By the time I got back into the room Jess was with a small medical team and I was about to find out what Jess just learned herself. She was going to have a c-section, and she was going to have it now.

After quickly leaving another pair of messages updating the parents I was changing into scrubs and getting back in there to be with my wife (I was told later that the site of me in scrubs shook her to the core). Minutes later our doctor arrived, roughly six hours after telling us there would be no baby today, to deliver our baby. What seemed like seconds later I was telling Jessica that I loved her as they were taking her into the operating room to give her the initial spinal shot to numb her and start the procedure. For the next ten minutes or so I was alone. I caught my reflection in the window. Seeing myself in the scrubs and knowing what is coming is awfully sobering. I send a couple of text messages to give updates and notice my doctor talking to another doctor about how good her niece is at the piano. This is just another day at work for her. It’s one of the scariest and most exciting days of my life. I’m kind of glad she isn’t at my level of anxiety. Soon I am summoned into the operating room to be with Jessica, who is numbed but still conscious. I sit next to her, hold her hand, and look around her to see what’s going on. I see EVERYTHING. I thought I knew my wife, but now I know what the inside of her stomach looks like. I’m not grossed out. I’m just interested. I watch as they move her insides around to make their way to him. Jess is calm, which is expected considering she is drugged out of her mind. I tell her there are pieces of her everywhere. This mostly consists of gauss soaked in her blood and other bits, although I did catch some part of her being dropped and picked up again faster than a ball boy at Wimbledon. Then at 4:40pm he was pulled out. He was blue, he was relatively limp, and he wasn’t really breathing. Finally after a few more attempts to kickstart him he started crying and my heart crept back into my chest. For a brief moment I was able to see him. Alexander Anthony. 18 inches, 6 pounds 5 ounces, lots of dark hair. We saw him for about two minutes before he was whisked away to the intensive care ward to be examined. The whole operation took about 30 minutes. With preheating the oven, that is about the same time it takes to make a digiorno pizza. Speaking of which, I am really regretting giving up my pizza. I am running on nothing but one banana and a sip of soda for the entire day.

Next for Jessica was recovery from surgery. She saw less of Alexander than I did and now she is stuck in a room freezing cold as she slowly gets feeling in her body. At the same time our families are showing up. So now I am running out to them to greet them and let them know everything is okay. Then I am running back to the recovery room to make sure Jess is alright. Rinse and repeat. Finally I am allowed to see him in the NICU. He has a CPAP is his nose, an IV in his arm and all other types of tubes to terrify me. Through all that though he’s still the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. Jess comes out of the recovery room and briefly sees him as well before being taken to our room to continue healing. The new grandparents and my brother got to see him as well (I can only pick 4 people to go into the NICU) before visiting hours ended and everyone went home. It is now 10:00pm and I am exhausted and absolutely starving. My mother in law takes me back home to grab our overnight bags, extra supplies, and some McDonalds to get something in my stomach. After taking a little moment to digest what just happened we head back, she leaves, and I’m left alone with my wife. At 3:30pm I was told I would soon have a son. At 4:40pm as was looking at his face. We are brand spanking new parents, but we are currently unable to hold our son. Not how I wanted things to start.

Tales Of An Expectant Dad: Week 38

hurricane-sandy2On November 5th 2012, my wife gave birth to our first child. During the pregnancy I decided that I would write about the experience. Every week since I have documented all of the events that took place throughout this time, along with my thoughts on them. Now that I can confirm that our baby is happy and healthy, I will share those thoughts with you.

Week 38 – Rock You Like A Hurricane

I had to work the day after our Halloween party, which was on the eve of Hurricane Sandy. As I left it was incredibly cloudy and ominous. From 4pm until midnight I kept an eye outside, expecting the rain and wind to take over my office. At the same time, I was keeping my other eye on my phone, waiting for the call from the Mrs. To put it mildly, I didn’t get a whole lot of work done.

Finally it was time to leave and to my surprise there was still no rain on the ground. I hurried home to find all is well with Jess. My night had not nearly ended though.

The hurricane was certainly on it’s way and Jess wanted to be as prepared for the worst as possible. We were stocked on food, water and supplies so that wasn’t the problem. First, was laundry. I did load after load, a lot of which wasn’t even to be worn until after we moved. We took clothes that didn’t fit Jess right now and packed them away (more than she’d want to admit). We cleaned up, we organized, and before I knew it, it was 8am and I had been awake for roughly 22 hours straight. At this point, with still no rain, I needed to go to UPS to send back a projector that we rented for the party (because we went “low key”). It was windy, but things still looked pretty normal. I went to UPS, then picked up some bagels and came home. It was very underwhelming. I didn’t have to go to work as bridges and public transportation was preemptively closed, so I went to sleep. When I woke up it was the middle of the day, and the hurricane finally showed up.

Somehow, among all of the power outages, floods and property damage, we never lost electricity. We watch as our house literally shook, seeing kiddie pools fly by our window, waiting for the moment when our apartment went dark. But that never came. Our block was known for losing power at a strong gust of wind. Yet now, it was among the only ones in the area that had power the whole time. Another thing that did not come was Alex. Jess stayed on the couch or the bed and basically relaxed for the duration of the hurricane. She was plenty sore, and her stomach is getting much tighter, but the baby is still not ready to meet us.

Such was the entire week. I couldn’t get to work, so we essentially just stayed in all week. I got a lot done. All of the laundry, we reorganized the bedroom. I even took a defensive driving course. By the end of it though, I was definitely getting stir crazy. I’m pretty sure we were both getting on each other’s nerves by the end of the week. I’m happy that we didn’t have to drive to the hospital in a hurricane, but now that it’s over it’s about time this kid came out.

Tales Of An Expectant Dad: Week 37

381194_10150528381458902_1457799743_nOn November 5th 2012, my wife gave birth to our first child. During the pregnancy I decided that I would write about the experience. Every week since I have documented all of the events that took place throughout this time, along with my thoughts on them. Now that I can confirm that our baby is happy and healthy, I will share those thoughts with you.

Week 37 – Partying Her Way to Full Term

Jessica informed me of something this week that made me do a double take. She is now full term in the pregnancy. That means that if our son came out now he would essentially be fine. I know I’ve said it before, but this really means that he can come out at any time. He wouldn’t even be considered a premie. All that due date nonsense is just an educated guess. I was three weeks early when I was born. That’s now. Time to get our stuff together.

In addition to that little bit of information, Halloween is here and Jessica will be damned if she doesn’t  organize and decorate a Halloween party despite the fact that she could go into labor as I’m typing this sentence. She’s mentioned starting her maternity leave early because she’s having a harder time getting through each day. Any extended amount of activity causes her to swell up like Violet in Willy Wonka and Chocolate Factory. Nothing however will stop her from having this party.

Throwing even more fuel on the fire, Hurricane Sandy is approaching. The storm is expected to hit us sometime Sunday or Monday, and last a couple of days. This is very similar to how my cousin’s daughter was born. It was Hurricane Irene in August of 2011. My cousin was at the same point in her pregnancy that Jessica is now. There is something about the change in barometric pressure that just pushes babies out of their homes. I’m now convinced that he will be showing up by Halloween, which is the day my Aunt predicted it would be several weeks ago.

The only way that Jess convinced me to let her have the party is to promise me that she would make it more low key than any of the other ones. Somehow I believed her (although it’s not like she would have not had a party anyway). By the day of the party I looked around and realized that she decorated every bit as much as she had every other year, if not more. The only difference is that she didn’t have as many bigger decoration ideas that she did not have time to accomplish. The one concession that did pay off was having the party catered instead of cooking everything herself. This kept her seated while I took care of all the decorating on the ceiling (changing lights, putting up bats etc). Her lack of mobility also put me in the role of maintaining the party. Keeping the cooler filled, stocking the snacks, all of the things she used to do while I was busy being the life of the party. Not a role reversal I was thrilled with. She would later say that she had more fun at this party than almost any of the other. So at least that is something good to take out of this.

Tales Of An Expectant Dad: Week 36

47a3dc06b3127cce98548cbf068000000035108AaMnDFm1YudOn November 5th 2012, my wife gave birth to our first child. During the pregnancy I decided that I would write about the experience. Every week since I have documented all of the events that took place throughout this time, along with my thoughts on them. Now that I can confirm that our baby is happy and healthy, I will share those thoughts with you.

Week 36 – Going Solo At A Wedding

This week was very much about nesting. Jess wanted the apartment cleaned up and organized. This also had to do with her wanting to have people over for a Halloween party next week but still, this had been coming for a long time now. The most important part of this was rearranging the bedroom to order to have somewhere to put the pack n’ play so that when Alex decides to show up he has somewhere to sleep.

There was also of course another doctors appointment (they are weekly now) where she was tested for strep b. She doesn’t have it, which is good. Jess made sure to ask about added swelling she is experiencing, specifically in her feet. Whenever she undergoes any physical activity at all, her feet blow up like balloons. They tend to go back down if she puts them up for a while, even more so if she uses ice. The doctor said that it is okay for now. Just like everything else she has felt so far. Somehow everything is normal. Except seizures of course.

The biggest drawback of all this swelling is that I am a groomsman in a wedding this weekend, and sadly she can’t go. It’s one thing to find a dress that fits and to not be able to actually be next to me during the ceremony. However it also means that she would have to get up at 7am in order to get her hair and nails done and then get dressed to be ready to leave at noon. That just isn’t going to happen in the 9th month of pregnancy.

So I’m off to the wedding by myself. It’s an hour away, which makes me a little uneasy when my wife can go into labor any second. We nearly had a scare the other day when she had a very intense Braxton Hicks contraction. For a second we thought we might have to go to the hospital but it ended up being nothing. Anyway now I’m an hour away with the dreaded George Washington Bridge between us and I’m a bit anxious. Before I left I spoke into my wife’s stomach, telling Alex to behave and not come out today. To make absolutely sure that I can get back as soon as possible if something happens, I opt not to go in the limo with the rest of the bridal party. Instead I follow them in my car to the church, then to the park for pictures, and finally to the reception.

Jess had me text her when I got to the church just to assure her than I got in okay. I comply, but she doesn’t reply back to me. She’s probably just sleeping. After the pictures I call her just to check in. She doesn’t answer. I’m still sure she’s sleeping but I really want to make sure. She mentioned she might see her mother so I called her to check if maybe she spoke to Jess. This was my mistake. She knew I was going to the wedding and that Jess was nervous about something happening while I wasn’t around. So now I am calling her and she immediately thinks that Jessica went into labor and I need her to pick her up. Completely freaked her out. She hadn’t spoken to her either but sent a text message as well. Eventually Jess did respond to both of us but my mother-in-law got a pretty good scare.

Fortunately, Jess was not in labor, I had a great time at the wedding, and my son listened to me.

Tales Of An Expectant Dad: Week 35

249433_10151204049884697_1970564811_nOn November 5th 2012, my wife gave birth to our first child. During the pregnancy I decided that I would write about the experience. Every week since I have documented all of the events that took place throughout this time, along with my thoughts on them. Now that I can confirm that our baby is happy and healthy, I will share those thoughts with you.

Week 35 – One Last Wife Day

After all of the researching and shopping and buying things it was time for our family and friends to help us out a little with this whole baby thing. The baby shower is upon us.

My cousin and sister-in-law basically took the whole thing over, which is good because we’ve been too busy to even remember it was coming up. They took Jess out to register, and planned everything. A fantastic job. Normally Jessica wouldn’t be that into a shower. She doesn’t like having all eyes on her and specifically finds it awkward opening one gift after another while everyone watched (I know, boo-hoo). She also hasn’t been feeling up to going anywhere lately, so just the idea of waking up early and having to be somewhere before 8:00 pm can be downright cringe-worthy. However by the time we got close to the day of the shower, Jessica was actually pretty excited about the whole thing. I’m sure part of it was getting to see her friends and getting all of the things she wants for the baby, but she said she was really looking forward to the party because she knows that this will be the last big event that is all about her. The games, the gifts, everything is for her. Once the baby comes it will all be either about him, or about the family. Birthdays will come, but they won’t get nearly the same attention as any event for the baby (same goes for me of course). Everything was catered specifically to her liking and she seemed to enjoy every minute of it.

Speaking of birthdays, two days later Jessica turned 30. I know how this milestone birthday felt for me, so I can only imagine it bringing a bigger sense of change for Jess. Imagine seeing your twenties end, and knowing that you have never felt worse at that time. That has to be a bit of a bummer. Since she can’t drink and can’t really do much of anything right now, she made the call a while ago that we would put off properly celebrating her birthday until she is not pregnant and feeling better. However there is no way I was going to let her birthday completely slide without doing anything. She took a week to figure it out but she finally decided on attempting to see a couple of movies she had been meaning to see for a while. We barely get a chance to make it to the movies so this was as good of a time as we’ll ever have. This also guarantees that we’ll be sitting most of the time. Perfect for her. I surprised her with flowers (seriously, if you have a woman you should be getting flowers for birthdays, anniversaries, and any other important day. It takes hardly any effort and it always leaves an impact), took her to the movies and she managed to make it through both films. No small accomplishment there.

Most importantly, Jessica got yet another day that was just for her. Everything she wanted on her birthday, she got. She seemed extremely grateful and had about as good of a day as you could ask for.  I sincerely hope that among the first birthday’s and graduations and little league games that we find ways to make things occasionally about just one of us before our son graduates high school. I’ll concede the first year though.

Tales Of An Expectant Dad: Week 34

we_can_do_it___remastered_by_thedrifterwithin-d56rqh1On November 5th 2012, my wife gave birth to our first child. During the pregnancy I decided that I would write about the experience. Every week since I have documented all of the events that took place throughout this time, along with my thoughts on them. Now that I can confirm that our baby is happy and healthy, I will share those thoughts with you.

Week 34 – Turning the Tables

We’re back at the doctor’s office and there is little new to report. Everything is as it should be. Our little boy is currently weighing in at approximately five pounds. That’s one fewer than my cousin’s kid when she was born. At this point if he was born today he would not be considered premature. Ain’t that a kick in the head.

A couple of days later Jessica is feeling a little worse than what we have been considering normal. To save you some of the details, she alerts me that she thinks she might have a urinary tract infection. This wouldn’t be good news regardless of her condition, but it is a big no-no when pregnant. Apparently if you have a UTI while pregnant it can induce labor and cause damage to the baby and it just isn’t good at all. Now being at a point where he could technically be born any day now anyway this is a red alert situation. Before she goes to bed, she tells me to not be surprised if we have to make a sudden trip to the emergency room in the middle of the night because if she does have a UTI we need to get her the proper antibiotics immediately. A couple of hours later I go to bed ready for the worst. That’s just what I get.

When I went to bed I felt achy. Specifically in my legs. This is nothing I haven’t felt before. After maybe sleeping for an hour I woke up shaking. Freezing cold, I pulled an extra blanket over myself. My face was completely flush, yet I still couldn’t stop shaking. Eventually my breathing got so heavy that I woke up Jessica. She gave me some water, secured the blanket around me and I eventually went back to sleep. A few hours later I woke up again. I wasn’t shaking anymore but I still didn’t feel good at all. Added to the aches and pains I felt nausea as well. Jess gave me some more water which I drank. Big mistake. Needing to leave for work in an hour, I got in the shower. After about one minute later I was throwing up, a lot. I was constantly heaving yet only water was coming out. When everything was out I finished my shower and got back into bed. Work was not going to happen today.

Now it was Jessica, who I have been taking care of all this time, worrying about and stressing over her, who had to care for me. She made me breakfast and dinner, she made sure I had everything I needed. When she heard something from the bedroom, she rushed in to make sure I was okay. She went above and beyond considering how poorly she has felt recently. In the end, I had just come down with a bad 24 hour flu bug. My thoughts were that it was stress related and all of the worrying and working had finally caught up to me. Meanwhile Jessica felt what I had figured in the back of my mind already. This is how she is going to react when our son gets sick for the first (and second, and third etc) time. She is going to jump into action, regardless of how she is feeling, and do everything in her power to make sure he is okay. She began to understand why her own mother would get the way she does when she or her brother got sick. Today Jessica turned into supermom. We then realized I’ve been acting as superdad for the last month or so. If this is any indication, we’re going to be good parents. At least when our child is sick anyway.

Tales Of An Expectant Dad: Week 33

27guido_bats-superJumboOn November 5th 2012, my wife gave birth to our first child. During the pregnancy I decided that I would write about the experience. Every week since I have documented all of the events that took place throughout this time, along with my thoughts on them. Now that I can confirm that our baby is happy and healthy, I will share those thoughts with you.

Week 33 – A Walking Sausage

Summer is officially over and that is officially bad news for Jessica. Not just because she doesn’t want the summer to end, but also because she now needs an entirely new wardrobe. All summer she was rocking capris with flowy shirts while wearing flip flops. Sure things were getting tighter but she had a good amount of things that she can wear on a regular basis. Well now it’s too cold for her current array of clothes and all she has for cold weather are pre-pregnant clothes. I think it goes without saying that those items are no longer an option. Before going to her mother’s she squeezed into the only pair of jeans that she could button. These things were so tight on her that the baby was pushed up into her ribcage and her ass was pushed out as far as possible (her words not mine). She looked like a sausage, and Jessica hates sausage, making this even more difficult on her.

Footware is an even trickier situation. Jessica has cruised through the last 6 months on little more than flip flops. She hates closed shoes and sandals don’t get tighter if your feet swell up. Well now it is too cold for flip flops and Jessica’s feet have ballooned to a point where they are (dare I say) sausage-like. So here I am, putting Jessica’s shoes on her feet (she has a hard time reaching), opening up the laces on her biggest pair of sneakers, and squeezing them on her so that we can head out. I rarely say this, but I hope we are going shopping soon.

Physically Jess just doesn’t feel good very often. She is achy a lot and gets dizzy more than I’d like. She knows she needs sleep but her body, and sometimes the baby’s, just won’t let her. It is as if her internal clock is against her sleeping at night, which means she is exhausted during the day. It makes it very difficult for her to get things accomplished. I’ll never say this to her before the baby comes out, but her physical issues are taking a toll on me as well. I’m constantly worried that she is going to have another episode and am getting more and more paranoid about getting calls with bad news. I’m not sleeping, I’m feeling achy myself and I’m starting to gain weight. As my uncle (a father of three and grandfather of 8) told me, stress impacts everything. I’m certainly stressed and I don’t feel good. Yes, the weight gain is due to eating more and can be pushed aside as sympathy weight, but I have developed some bad habits and I need to take control of them soon. After fighting it for a while I have to give in and agree with my wife. It is time for the baby to come out.