I especially miss him from about 5-7 p.m. daily. Mom calls it my witching hour.
Good news though: he comes back tonight and has next week off...we'll
be together ALL WEEK!
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Miss my dad!
I especially miss him from about 5-7 p.m. daily. Mom calls it my witching hour.
Good news though: he comes back tonight and has next week off...we'll
be together ALL WEEK!
Friday, August 24, 2012
1 Month: we made it!
Roli is a month old today!
He had his one-month check up today and is already up to 8 lbs, 13 oz! All else checked out well, we are so blessed to have a healthy baby boy!
Some things we've learned about our baby over the course of one month:
Loves
Hates
What he says he'll work on this coming month
We had another outfit planned, but because of hasty diaper changing at the doctor's office, it was peed through before we got to the photo shoot this afternoon.
He had his one-month check up today and is already up to 8 lbs, 13 oz! All else checked out well, we are so blessed to have a healthy baby boy!
Some things we've learned about our baby over the course of one month:
Loves
- Walks around park -- we try to get there daily
- Being swaddled
- Bath time
- That darn binkie
- Hearing his dad's voice over the phone (and in person, of course)
- Eating
- Sleeping on someone's shoulder, particularly dad's
- Stretching -- oh, how he loves to stretch. He likes to throw back his head and arch his back.
- Super 1 -- so far he has stayed asleep during trips to this store. Only this store.
- The diaper changing table in the nursery -- he just lays there, staring at the blinds, like he'd be content there for eternity
- Getting cool gifts in the mail, both tangible and monetary (thanks, everyone!)
- Pressure on his feet -- if he is freaking out, squeezing his feet helps
- Sleeping on his side when he can -- he has done this since day 1
- Cuddling after a meal -- homeboy does not dine and dash
He loves to stretch!
- Babies R Us -- stepping foot in that store sets his off and he cries or whimpers the whole time
- Target -- same as Babies R Us, though here he screams bloody murder in this venue
- Being in a peed-thru shirt
- Being on his tummy
- Not being fed .004 sec after realizing he's hungry -- he communicates this through a blood-curdling scream
- Roly
- Sir Rolington
- O-Roliberry
- BT
- Roly-a la-doodle-a la-day
- Rolando Bloom
- Rolikins
- Big R
- Tree Frog (because of the way he perches on our chest when he sleeps on our shoulder)
- Baby
- Rolibear
- Kept me alive over the four days Justin was out of town this week
- Made friends with mini blinds in each room. He is mesmerized.
- Made friends with Geraldo the giraffe on his activity gym (I named all the animals)
- Eye contact improves daily
- Goes to sleep without assistance most of the time. I haven't really rocked him to sleep at night, just laid him down and it's like he knows it's time to fall asleep!
- Started making a cooing sound
- Eats, on average, every 2.75 - 3 hours during the day, 4-5 hours or more at night
Rolin made this video for his dad who was out of town on a business trip.
What he says he'll work on this coming month
- Let mom prepare and eat dinner before 8
- Let mom finish more than half her coffee before I do something that demands her attention and both hands
- Alert the adult responsible to be aware of the need for proper placement of things during and after a diaper change to prevent embarrassing situations. know when things aren't prop placed after a
- Engage with the animals on my activity mat
- Start smiling for reals
Thursday, August 23, 2012
4 weeks old!
Big R is four weeks old as of Tuesday, turning one month old this Friday.
If you're four weeks old and you know it, raise your hand!
It's hard to believe how quickly the weeks have passed...they've gone by in a blur of happiness, terror, tears, laughs, thankfulness, nervousness, sleepiness, hallucinations and, most of all, joy. We are blessed -- more than we know -- with this little boy.
Look how smart he is! Holding up four fingers for four weeks!
In the four weeks that have gone by, we've learned a few lessons:
1). Pee. There is a lot of it and it can get everywhere. Just when you think it's not possible that he has to pee again, you're wrong. He'll pee. And it'll get on your shirt, the curtains and the floor. If you're lucky, it won't get in his mouth.
2). If at first your swaddle doesn't succeed, try, try again. If you continue to fail, find the one your friend sent you with the velcro.
3). Hallucinations caused by sleep deprivation feel inconceivably real. For example, while I thought I could smell the grass, hear the sprinklers and feel the summer sun on my skin, I certainly was not driving a golf cart down a picturesque fairway. I also wasn't riding horses with Justin in the countryside. I was nursing an infant while sitting in a red glider.
4). Think you have plenty of diapers? Wrong!
5). Moms (grandmas) = super heroes. If my mom hadn't shown up when she did, with a carload of food, Justin and I would have been barely surviving on ketchup, cheese sticks and ice cubes. I'd also probably still be playing imaginary golf while Justin was out riding imaginary horses.
6). Milk drunk is a real thing. When your two-day-old suddenly goes limp and poos himself three times in a row, you probably don't need to get ready to head to the ER. Chances are he's just "gone drunk" and will recover once he's hungry again.
7). Pacifiers...just give in and give the baby one. Turns out they just need to suck something sometimes. Also, no matter how much you spend on the fancy pacifier that will supposedly save you from expensive orthodontia bills in the future, chances are he'll like the cheapo plain one hospitals issue. Go figure.
8). Your husband will repeatedly use your toothbrush, no matter how many times you tell him, "YOURS IS THE BLUE ONE, MINE IS THE GRAY ONE!" You'll resort to hiding your toothbrush.
9). Once you hear the diaper being loaded, it's best to just wait five minutes before changing said diaper. Nine times out of 10, he's not quite done.
10). White noise. Get the app, keep your phone close.
Bonus lesson, for moms only: Even if you think to yourself, "they're my 'fat' jeans, maybe they'll work," DON'T try them on to see if they fit. They won't. Just go about your business in yoga pants and be OK with it.
"These photo shoots are boring, mom. Also, I've just peed through this outfit."
Tepid Coffee
It almost seems this precious boy knows exactly when I have half my energy juice left.
Oh well, at least there's time for half!
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Thoughts on diapering
diaper on JUST in time to be reloaded.
One of these days we'll get the diaper loading-changing system down!
Saturday, August 18, 2012
We had a baby: how it went down
We welcomed Rolin Matthew Thompson to our world at 1:42 a.m. Tuesday, July 24th, 2012. His arrival was swift -- so swift that it took Justin and I at least the amount of time we were in the hospital to realize Rolin (pronounced "raw-lin," like Colin or pollen) had been born. That I'd gone through labor. That we had a son. That we were, henceforth, charged with caring for and nurturing a child of our very own.
Not that I'm complaining. I'll take a four hour and 30 minute labor & delivery any day of the week!
Settle in here, folks. This post is rather long. It's more of a place for me to type out the birth story. I've inserted a few pictures to help keep you entertained until the very end.
How it went down:
The Friday before Rolin was born I had a regular weekly appointment with my doctor where I learned I was about 3 cm dilated. During my visit she said she "stirred things up a bit" so I shouldn't be surprised if I experienced some cramping over the weekend.
Some cramping. Ha.
Friday, Saturday and Sunday brought discomfort, though I went about with my normal activities, which included having friends over for dinner and meeting up with friends to do girly things, like shopping and eating. The whole time I was experiencing this so-called cramping. Sometimes the pains were intense with regularity...occasionally a cluster would be exactly 8-10 mins apart...occasionally I'd go 20-30 minutes with nothing. I did some serious timing of them Saturday, but eventually I gave up on that, especially since everyone says, "oh, when it's a real contraction, you'll know. You'll just know."
The cramping sensations disappeared completely Sunday night. Monday, nothing. I went to a park with friends Heather and Eva, who were up from CA visiting peeps in WA. Over lunch that afternoon, Heather and I joked about how after all the weekend excitement I'd probably have the baby as soon as Heather left that afternoon to Seattle. Haha, funny.
Back at home I started in on dinner: Steak Em Up Pitas (find the recipe here). Around 7 p.m. I called my mom to ask a question about tablecloths and reported that I felt just fine, that there had been no signs of pre-labor all day.
Justin and I helped ourselves to large servings of said pitas, mostly because after 8 p.m. JT was to be fasting for his morning doctor's appointment. After dinner we went upstairs to do more research on pediatricians. About 9:15 p.m. I decided to go from standing by the computer to sitting...half way through this maneuver something inside my belly popped. It was an audible "pop!," at least to me. It was my water...it broke. There wasn't much of it, but enough to know that was the most likely scenario for what I was experiencing.
Chaos ensued.
Both of us completely forgot the plan. We spent about five minutes running back and forth upstairs, empty-handed, trying to figure out what was absolutely necessary to throw in our nearly-packed hospital bag. Although there was a list (of course there was a list, this is me we're talking about here) of things to complete the bag, it was like I was staring at a list written in blurry Chinese. JT had just finished a sweaty bike ride too and so he jumped in the shower while I rounded up last minute items, like my toothbrush, snacks for the cooler, JT's Kindle, my slippers and iPhone charger...you know...important things we'd need for the long labor I was expecting.
We made it to the hospital by 9:30 p.m.; I had JT drop me at the door while he parked. I was still feeling fine and was nervous that they'd send me home...that it was a false alarm...that perhaps the loud "pop" was just baby karate-punching my bladder. As I walked through the sliding door, I had a contraction. As I rode up in the elevator to the Birth Place, I had another one.
Yes, yes, everyone...you're right. When you're having a real contraction you just know.
The check-in process was ridiculous. Apparently it was a busy day for babies and the hospital had not yet processed my previously submitted pre-registration form -- the one I thought about calling to check on earlier that very day, but decided against as I was told they'd call me to finalize details about a week before my due date. The receptionist said we could wait in the waiting room if we wanted so we didn't have to stand.
WAIT IN THE WAITING ROOM??! It took everything I had not to flip out. Justin too. We just stood in the waiting area. I walked through three or so contractions. Finally the triage nurse, who was very sweet, came to get us. I was quickly strapped to monitors and the like while they tried to figure out if my water had indeed broke...apparently not as big of a deal to real doctors as they make it sound in birthing class...
Turns out people had been coming to the Birth Place all day thinking they were in labor. Instead, because of the heat, the majority were simply cases of dehydration and they were sent home. I guess by the time we got there they'd had their fill of false alarms and thought it was ok to just take their sweet time with check in.
In triage -- 40 mins later -- my blood pressure was sky high. High enough to make the nurse yelp at the computer and recheck my BP at least three more times. Of course it was high! I was contracting about every 6-7 minutes, the juice she gave me made me feel like I was going to vom and I thought I had to use the bathroom. It was nearing 11 p.m. when they decided to officially admit me, only "because my BP was so high." Then she decided to check to see if I was dilated more than 3 cm. Uhhh, yes, I was. By this time I was about 5-6 cm.
It was actually my OB/GYN who was on duty that night (hallelujah!) and a friendly nurse, Nurse Tom, walked us to our room. I continued to quietly breathe through contractions as Nurse Tom told us all about or room's amenities and asked if I wanted to walk around, get in the Jacuzzi or try the birthing ball. I opted for Jacuzzi and the luxury of its jets. By this time, the contractions were quite intense. JT then ran out to move the car and get our bags while Nurse Tom continued to ask me check-in questions. After Justin was back, we decided to call the families to let them know we were indeed at the hospital and indeed in labor. It was then about 11:45 p.m. - 12:15 a.m. or so.
See...we envisioned this going a little differently...laboring at home, slowly telling people I was either a). thinking I was in labor and just giving them a heads up or b). in active labor, checked in at the hospital. I had planned on telling many of you we were in the process of having the baby rather than telling you we had already had the baby!
Eventually I tried the birthing ball...contractions were coming I'd say every 1-3(?) minutes by that point, making it incredibly hard to answer more than one question at a time for Nurse Tom, who was still going through the admin form. I was thinking to myself, "If I'm in for 10 or more hours of this at 2 minutes apart, I'm not going to make it." It was then I decided I'd give in and ask for the epidural, so they sent for the anesthesiologist, who had an entire set of questions/forms of his own.
Spoiler alert: we never got to his list...
It was closer to 1 a.m. by now. I wasn't connected to any monitors, nor had anyone checked to see the progression of labor in quite some time. I casually mentioned to Tom that I sure did feel like I had to go to the bathroom again, but he suggested I hop up on the bed so we could check baby and labor progression. He also told Mr. Anesthesiologist, in a more harried tone, to get his act together lickity split as they started getting a hep lock for the IV in my arm.
Before they finished IV prep, Tom looked me straight in the eye and then announced that I was 9 cm dilated.
Tom then kindly asked Mr. Anesthesiologist to go get the doctor.
Mr. Anesthesiologist left. Mr. Anesthesiologist didn't come back.
We were past the point of no return.
I looked back at Tom and said something like, "soooo...no epidural then?"
He said something to the effect of, "Oh hun. No..."
Tom and Justin continued applying loads of welcome pressure to pressure points in my back and palms. Tom and Justin were quite the team! Both were wonderfully supportive and strong, both physically and emotionally.
Then it was showtime.
Someone pushed a button on the wall and suddenly our plain, quaint, cozy laboring room pulled a Transformer. Lights came down from the ceiling, walls flipped around to display computer screens, medical equipment and more, and carts full of various instruments and devices rolled in.
My doctor -- again, so glad it was my doctor on call the night -- asked Tom and me a few questions, gave me a look of surprise when Tom told her how long we'd actually been in the room laboring and then said, "Ok, Christine, on this next one I'd like you to push."
WHAT?!
I thought I still had to go through the transition phase, the part they say is the most uncomfortable. The part I was dreading.
I mean, I was uncomfortable, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I guess you could say I was just waiting for things to get worse. And I certainly did feel like I had to push. I'd felt that way for a while by that point.
Then Tom whispered, "You can do this, your body was made for this."
As cheesy as it sounds when reading it, those words seemed to do the trick. Tom was right. I was made to have a baby and I was going to do it, damn it! It was that simple statement that made something click in my body and brain. I should send Tom a thank you note.
Pushing began. Nausea kicked in. Again. The steak pitas decided to join in on the party by parking themselves in my throat. They made it so Tom had to run from one side of the bed to the other holding a barf tray the whole time I was pushing. Thinking about that still makes me chuckle. Thankfully he never had to use the tray, but the pitas sure did keep Tom on his toes. Despite their annoyance, the med team all agreed the steak pita recipe sounded really good, and were impressed they were homemade on the night of labor beginning.
My memory from here on is a little cloudy. I think we did about 10 sets of pushing total. I remember getting super hot and also remember looking at JT at one point and saying, "This hurts." Then, pushing again, I remember the doctor said, "Oh look! Christine, look!"
Boom.
Baby.
Rolin Matthew Thompson was born.
As soon as it was over, it was over. Pain, gone. Need to push, gone. All other labor-related sensations (well, almost all), gone. I looked up and said, "That wasn't so bad!"
Seriously...I said that.
In my mind, at that very moment, I honestly thought to myself, "I'd definitely do that again. Next week, even, if I were guaranteed another labor like that one." It's pretty amazing what your body can do. I'm not saying it wasn't unpleasant. Please don't think I'm saying it was easy or pain free -- I did ask for an epidural, after all, and the only reason I didn't get one is because nature had a different plan in mind. I've never experienced pain or uncomfortableness like that before in my life, but it's a different sort of pain. Progressive, goal-achieving pain that, again, is over once it's over.
Then recovery begins, but that's another story for another time. Another time that'll never come to be. That is a tale that's best left to the imagination and late night texting amongst friends.
The rest, as they say, is history. Justin got to push the button that rings a chime-like bell throughout the entire hospital, announcing to the world another baby has been born. He also cut the cord and helped get Rolin cleaned up, swaddled and prepared for moving to the mother-baby room. Justin was, and has been, a champ, a rock, a comfort, a partner and a wonderful, amazing, loving father. Nothing compares to actually seeing your husband in action as a dad.
We have many stories to tell about our little one and parenthood, so stay tuned. Oh, and yes, there will be pictures. Many, many pictures.
We were parents.
Not that I'm complaining. I'll take a four hour and 30 minute labor & delivery any day of the week!
Settle in here, folks. This post is rather long. It's more of a place for me to type out the birth story. I've inserted a few pictures to help keep you entertained until the very end.
How it went down:
The Friday before Rolin was born I had a regular weekly appointment with my doctor where I learned I was about 3 cm dilated. During my visit she said she "stirred things up a bit" so I shouldn't be surprised if I experienced some cramping over the weekend.
Some cramping. Ha.
This is one of my fav pics so far
Friday, Saturday and Sunday brought discomfort, though I went about with my normal activities, which included having friends over for dinner and meeting up with friends to do girly things, like shopping and eating. The whole time I was experiencing this so-called cramping. Sometimes the pains were intense with regularity...occasionally a cluster would be exactly 8-10 mins apart...occasionally I'd go 20-30 minutes with nothing. I did some serious timing of them Saturday, but eventually I gave up on that, especially since everyone says, "oh, when it's a real contraction, you'll know. You'll just know."
The cramping sensations disappeared completely Sunday night. Monday, nothing. I went to a park with friends Heather and Eva, who were up from CA visiting peeps in WA. Over lunch that afternoon, Heather and I joked about how after all the weekend excitement I'd probably have the baby as soon as Heather left that afternoon to Seattle. Haha, funny.
A little smile
Back at home I started in on dinner: Steak Em Up Pitas (find the recipe here). Around 7 p.m. I called my mom to ask a question about tablecloths and reported that I felt just fine, that there had been no signs of pre-labor all day.
Justin and I helped ourselves to large servings of said pitas, mostly because after 8 p.m. JT was to be fasting for his morning doctor's appointment. After dinner we went upstairs to do more research on pediatricians. About 9:15 p.m. I decided to go from standing by the computer to sitting...half way through this maneuver something inside my belly popped. It was an audible "pop!," at least to me. It was my water...it broke. There wasn't much of it, but enough to know that was the most likely scenario for what I was experiencing.
Chaos ensued.
Both of us completely forgot the plan. We spent about five minutes running back and forth upstairs, empty-handed, trying to figure out what was absolutely necessary to throw in our nearly-packed hospital bag. Although there was a list (of course there was a list, this is me we're talking about here) of things to complete the bag, it was like I was staring at a list written in blurry Chinese. JT had just finished a sweaty bike ride too and so he jumped in the shower while I rounded up last minute items, like my toothbrush, snacks for the cooler, JT's Kindle, my slippers and iPhone charger...you know...important things we'd need for the long labor I was expecting.
He'll show you how to Dougie
We made it to the hospital by 9:30 p.m.; I had JT drop me at the door while he parked. I was still feeling fine and was nervous that they'd send me home...that it was a false alarm...that perhaps the loud "pop" was just baby karate-punching my bladder. As I walked through the sliding door, I had a contraction. As I rode up in the elevator to the Birth Place, I had another one.
Yes, yes, everyone...you're right. When you're having a real contraction you just know.
The check-in process was ridiculous. Apparently it was a busy day for babies and the hospital had not yet processed my previously submitted pre-registration form -- the one I thought about calling to check on earlier that very day, but decided against as I was told they'd call me to finalize details about a week before my due date. The receptionist said we could wait in the waiting room if we wanted so we didn't have to stand.
WAIT IN THE WAITING ROOM??! It took everything I had not to flip out. Justin too. We just stood in the waiting area. I walked through three or so contractions. Finally the triage nurse, who was very sweet, came to get us. I was quickly strapped to monitors and the like while they tried to figure out if my water had indeed broke...apparently not as big of a deal to real doctors as they make it sound in birthing class...
Aunt Brianna and Roly
Turns out people had been coming to the Birth Place all day thinking they were in labor. Instead, because of the heat, the majority were simply cases of dehydration and they were sent home. I guess by the time we got there they'd had their fill of false alarms and thought it was ok to just take their sweet time with check in.
In triage -- 40 mins later -- my blood pressure was sky high. High enough to make the nurse yelp at the computer and recheck my BP at least three more times. Of course it was high! I was contracting about every 6-7 minutes, the juice she gave me made me feel like I was going to vom and I thought I had to use the bathroom. It was nearing 11 p.m. when they decided to officially admit me, only "because my BP was so high." Then she decided to check to see if I was dilated more than 3 cm. Uhhh, yes, I was. By this time I was about 5-6 cm.
It was actually my OB/GYN who was on duty that night (hallelujah!) and a friendly nurse, Nurse Tom, walked us to our room. I continued to quietly breathe through contractions as Nurse Tom told us all about or room's amenities and asked if I wanted to walk around, get in the Jacuzzi or try the birthing ball. I opted for Jacuzzi and the luxury of its jets. By this time, the contractions were quite intense. JT then ran out to move the car and get our bags while Nurse Tom continued to ask me check-in questions. After Justin was back, we decided to call the families to let them know we were indeed at the hospital and indeed in labor. It was then about 11:45 p.m. - 12:15 a.m. or so.
See...we envisioned this going a little differently...laboring at home, slowly telling people I was either a). thinking I was in labor and just giving them a heads up or b). in active labor, checked in at the hospital. I had planned on telling many of you we were in the process of having the baby rather than telling you we had already had the baby!
Eventually I tried the birthing ball...contractions were coming I'd say every 1-3(?) minutes by that point, making it incredibly hard to answer more than one question at a time for Nurse Tom, who was still going through the admin form. I was thinking to myself, "If I'm in for 10 or more hours of this at 2 minutes apart, I'm not going to make it." It was then I decided I'd give in and ask for the epidural, so they sent for the anesthesiologist, who had an entire set of questions/forms of his own.
Spoiler alert: we never got to his list...
It was closer to 1 a.m. by now. I wasn't connected to any monitors, nor had anyone checked to see the progression of labor in quite some time. I casually mentioned to Tom that I sure did feel like I had to go to the bathroom again, but he suggested I hop up on the bed so we could check baby and labor progression. He also told Mr. Anesthesiologist, in a more harried tone, to get his act together lickity split as they started getting a hep lock for the IV in my arm.
Before they finished IV prep, Tom looked me straight in the eye and then announced that I was 9 cm dilated.
Tom then kindly asked Mr. Anesthesiologist to go get the doctor.
Mr. Anesthesiologist left. Mr. Anesthesiologist didn't come back.
We were past the point of no return.
I looked back at Tom and said something like, "soooo...no epidural then?"
He said something to the effect of, "Oh hun. No..."
Tom and Justin continued applying loads of welcome pressure to pressure points in my back and palms. Tom and Justin were quite the team! Both were wonderfully supportive and strong, both physically and emotionally.
Sleeping babes in the hospital
Then it was showtime.
Someone pushed a button on the wall and suddenly our plain, quaint, cozy laboring room pulled a Transformer. Lights came down from the ceiling, walls flipped around to display computer screens, medical equipment and more, and carts full of various instruments and devices rolled in.
A reminder to always double check placement of 'things' when putting on a new diaper.
My doctor -- again, so glad it was my doctor on call the night -- asked Tom and me a few questions, gave me a look of surprise when Tom told her how long we'd actually been in the room laboring and then said, "Ok, Christine, on this next one I'd like you to push."
WHAT?!
I thought I still had to go through the transition phase, the part they say is the most uncomfortable. The part I was dreading.
"Pssst, they've been putting me in these "shirts" for a few days. They don't even cover my bum! Also, yes, this is a makeshift changing table on the dining table..."
I mean, I was uncomfortable, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I guess you could say I was just waiting for things to get worse. And I certainly did feel like I had to push. I'd felt that way for a while by that point.
Then Tom whispered, "You can do this, your body was made for this."
As cheesy as it sounds when reading it, those words seemed to do the trick. Tom was right. I was made to have a baby and I was going to do it, damn it! It was that simple statement that made something click in my body and brain. I should send Tom a thank you note.
Pushing began. Nausea kicked in. Again. The steak pitas decided to join in on the party by parking themselves in my throat. They made it so Tom had to run from one side of the bed to the other holding a barf tray the whole time I was pushing. Thinking about that still makes me chuckle. Thankfully he never had to use the tray, but the pitas sure did keep Tom on his toes. Despite their annoyance, the med team all agreed the steak pita recipe sounded really good, and were impressed they were homemade on the night of labor beginning.
My memory from here on is a little cloudy. I think we did about 10 sets of pushing total. I remember getting super hot and also remember looking at JT at one point and saying, "This hurts." Then, pushing again, I remember the doctor said, "Oh look! Christine, look!"
Boom.
Baby.
Rolin Matthew Thompson was born.
As soon as it was over, it was over. Pain, gone. Need to push, gone. All other labor-related sensations (well, almost all), gone. I looked up and said, "That wasn't so bad!"
Seriously...I said that.
In my mind, at that very moment, I honestly thought to myself, "I'd definitely do that again. Next week, even, if I were guaranteed another labor like that one." It's pretty amazing what your body can do. I'm not saying it wasn't unpleasant. Please don't think I'm saying it was easy or pain free -- I did ask for an epidural, after all, and the only reason I didn't get one is because nature had a different plan in mind. I've never experienced pain or uncomfortableness like that before in my life, but it's a different sort of pain. Progressive, goal-achieving pain that, again, is over once it's over.
Then recovery begins, but that's another story for another time. Another time that'll never come to be. That is a tale that's best left to the imagination and late night texting amongst friends.
The rest, as they say, is history. Justin got to push the button that rings a chime-like bell throughout the entire hospital, announcing to the world another baby has been born. He also cut the cord and helped get Rolin cleaned up, swaddled and prepared for moving to the mother-baby room. Justin was, and has been, a champ, a rock, a comfort, a partner and a wonderful, amazing, loving father. Nothing compares to actually seeing your husband in action as a dad.
Grandma Karen Thompson and Rolin
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