On January 14, 2014, my girlfriend, Lyndsay, and I welcomed my fourth son (my fifth child overall, and Lyndsay's first) into the world. This is the story about how it played out...
Sunday, January 12, 2014:
January 12 is my daughter's (technically, my step-daughter from my previous marriage, but I'll be damned if I'll let anyone tell me she's not mine) birthday. Today, in particular is her 16th birthday. I visited for a little while, but I wasn't feeling very good. I had some sort of stomach bug or something, so I called it an early night and went home with the intention to zonk out in front of the TV with Lyndsay.
After I got home, I made one last trip out to the Frisch's Big Boy down the street to get some soup and a sandwich for myself and something for Lyndsay as well. Of course, the fuckers didn't have the broccoli and cheddar soup I wanted (even though I called ahead of time to make sure they did--they conveniently ran out of it just before I got there), I settled for vegetable and went back home.
Lyndsay and I ate our dinner and talked about our day. We watched some TV and then Lyndsay had to run outside for something. While she was gone, my sleep-deprived ass passed out in the recliner.
At precisely 11 pm, she woke me up by coming through the door and proclaiming "I think my water is breaking!"
I sleepily replied, "are you sure?"
"Pretty sure." (insert graphic explanation of what is going on to make her believe he water is breaking).
"Call your midwife and ask her what we should do," I responded, suddenly much more awake, and much more queasy than I had been just seconds earlier.
I start grabbing things haphazardly and putting them in the various bags to take to the hospital, loading the dishwasher with the days dishes, etc. while Lyndsay put the call into the midwife. I shot a text to each of my bosses and then called and texted various people to let them know what was going on.
The midwife told Lyndsay to wait for up to 12 hours before reporting to the hospital, considering that she didn't have any actual contractions going on, so we relaxed and called a few more people to let them know. When Lyndsay called her mom, I could hear her whoop over the phone across the room. ;-)
Stay tuned for Tomorrow's Installment
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