Monday, March 31, 2008

Coraline Hope Clark

Our daughter has arrived!

I put a post up with the full stats over at Amber's blog. There are also some pictures uploaded as well.

More chattering about how things went to come... suffice to say, Coraline wasn't a birthday baby for Amber like we'd thought. Lots of work, but well worth the wait!

Friday, March 28, 2008

It's time!

I'm home for a quick couple minutes to get a few things together, and then it's back to the hospital.

We went in for Amber's routine appointment this morning without much expectation. Although she's been more nauseous through the past week, a low-grade headache, and some "fake" contractions for a while longer than that, it didn't seem like things were imminent.

Then they took her blood-pressure, which was a bit elevated. They decided to get a blood test, and while that was out her blood-pressure continued to rise. The doctors recommended moving towards inducing, and since we were already fine with that possibility, we agreed.

Things are moving slow--inducing a baby isn't like a 15-minutes movie birth or anything--but the chances are good that tomorrow's the day. It also happens to be Amber's birthday... double the birthdays, double the fun!

Anyway, I've got to post this on Amber's blog, get a few more things together and run!

Thursday, March 27, 2008

3am

3am. For most of us, it's a time for sleep and rest, an hour we don't often see. Occasional parties or trips might bring us out during that hour, but mostly it slips by unnoticed. It's also the worst time to be woken up by your partner in distress.

There's a certain panic and fear that closes over you. Roused from a dead sleep, confronted with pain and confusion, you're slammed into gear. You've got to be ready to go, ready to react, ready to comfort or aid however you're asked.

In the dark it's easy to fear the worst. Driving empty streets to the ER, you wonder whether this is the end of everything you know, the night the world takes a nosedive for the worse. And now, with my wife carrying our first child, that fear takes on an extra dimension of pain--is our daughter all right too? What would it look like to carry on without her mother? Without either of them? The darkness has teeth that bite and wrench.

Neither of the two occasions when Amber's woken me at that awful hour has ended in a truly life-threatening situation. First time around was an bad reaction to a yellow-fever vaccine, the second a gall bladder attack that subsided half-hour after reaching the hospital. (On the plus side, when an 8+ month pregnant woman shows up in the ER, they ship her straight to maternity--no waiting.)

But in those first minutes I didn't know that--only that she was in pain, telling me she needed help, we needed to go. I hope it's a long time before I set off into the night like that again.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Things not to ask an overdue, pregnant woman

No, this one isn't personal experience, but heard through my sister-in-law. Her due date was about a week ago, and things weren't moving along yet. She was, needless to say, antsy to get the show on the road.

Sunday rolled around, so they went to church and were asked--in all seriousness, "So have you had the baby yet?"

To which my sister-in-law replied, "Yes, but we left him home, and I decided to stick a watermelon under my shirt."

I'd say the guy asking that got off easy.