No Run Because We Had A Baby!

I didn't run today because I got sidetracked a bit. We had a freakin baby!

Flash back Saturday evening I knew my wife was having a rough time of it. We both wanted her to hold out at least until the 18th of November. That's when mother in law arrives in town. It was 9 in the evening and we were debating whether or not to go in to the hospital. If you have ever been through a pregnancy you know that you never want to go to the hospital and get sent back home. So we waited and timed the contractions for the next few hours. I asked my wife if she thought it was going to happen tonight and she said no. I was a bit nervous because the contractions were saying otherwise. So while my wife rested I started gathering up all our preg gear and packing them in the car. Mentally I wasn't really ready yet but I was definitely anxious. Then it happened. The contractions were very intense and I told her to call the doctor and ask if we should come in. Eventually we were in contact with a nurse and she said go ahead and come on in. At this time we knew it was undeniably the correct call so we packed our son and off we went. We dropped our son off at a friend's house and I made the dreadful panic drive to the hospital.

It doesn't help that we live about 35 minutes from our hospital of choice. The way my wife was going I thought she was going to break her water in our car and have the baby right there. All sorts of things ran across my mind, like what if a cop tried to pull me over?Would I stop? Or would I call 911 and tell them to tell the cop my wife is having a baby so just hang tight and be a police escort for a sec. Or maybe it would go down like a weird OJ police chase. Or maybe the officer pulls me over and gives me hard time while my wife has a baby. All this crazy stuff was going on in my mind on this crazy drive. Let me tell ya, the adrenaline was pumping. I had to tell myself repeatedly to pull myself together and just drive. It's just so darn hard to do that when your wife is screaming and writhing pain.

Eventually we arrive at the hospital and get settled in. She ends up delivering the baby successfully and all things are good in the world! There was one funny moment though (maybe a bit gory). The doctor has me cut the umbilical cord. No problem, I've done this before. So I cut it and blood squirts EVERYWHERE! It squirts on the doctor, on the nurses, on me (my face, my arm, my shirt, my phone), on the floor, on the medical equipment, on the wall, and on the ceiling? There is no doubt that if I were the queasy type I would have been on the floor passed out. But I'm not. So therefore I was only shocked but amused. So here is a tip for you guys. If what I just said grossed you out then don't take the chance and cut the cord. By the way, we ended up having a healthy baby boy.