Thursday, May 2nd, 2013
May 3rd, 2013 is the date all the doctors thought that my kid was going to be born. So I adjusted my work schedule and starting on April 23rd I worked ten days in a row to get May 3rd-6th off in anticipation of the arrival of my little one. Due dates are not an exact science though so all I could really hope for the best.
When I got home Thursday my wife and discussed how she was feeling. She was doing reasonably well, the pregnancy up to this point had been a breeze. After reading so many horror stories about pain and the general malaise associated with being pregnant we were both surprised at how smoothly everything went. No real morning sickness, no weird appetite cravings, no unexplained cramps. Pretty much the only thing she experienced was the discomfort of gaining 20lbs too quickly, some back pain, some weariness.
My wife and I are pretty avid movie-goers. We see just about every movie that interests us opening weekend. So of course we were aware that May 3rd was the release date of Iron Man 3. After a little talking about it we decided we would go to the 11:05pm showing that night. One last midnight showing before having our lives turned upside down by the little one.
Braxton Hicks contractions had been coming and going for a couple of days but she never said they were anything too terrible. We are fairly certain the real contractions started during the movie, but they were hours apart, so we went home and went to bed.
Friday May 3rd, 2013
Going to a late movie and getting home and being wide awake we really didn’t sleep until 3:00am and were up by about 9:30am, we both find it hard to sleep when it’s bright outside. Friday was all worry and anticipation.
I spent the majority of my time playing with Android apps for timing contractions. She spent most of her time trying to deal with the real deal. They never came with regularity, some 2hrs apart, some 3mins apart. We used heating pads and warm baths to ease her through it but neither one of us slept at all during the day or night.
Saturday May 4th, 2013
At 3am the contractions were at about 6mins apart and nearly unbearable. We debated going to the hospital but then they stopped for 30mins or so and we delayed. We finally did arrive at the hospital at 6am and at 7am when they checked she was 7cm dilated.
I cannot emphasize how strong a woman my wife is. She made it to 7cm without a drop of pain medicine and even though I knew she was experiencing great pain she never once cried out or gave me any notion that it was worse than a bad backache. I am the polar opposite, I get a migraine and thrash about in bed wailing for someone to put me out of my misery.
Our first born little girl made her appearance at 5:50pm on Saturday May 4th. 7lbs 2ozs. 19.5 inches. In less than 30 seconds of life she screamed like a banshee and gripped my pinky so hard it turned the tip of it blue. She was strong and healthy and amazing.