Janice, Nathaniel and Evelyn all have summer birthdays. Nathaniel has for the last 2 years celebrated an "un-birthday" at his school. As a matter of fact we all have at least 364 un-birthdays. Of course with the exception of a good friend's mom who was born on Feb 29th meaning that she has 1459 un-birthdays between each calendar birthday.
Un-birthdays are everyday, every minute and every second. We actually celebrated our first 2009 un-birthday this last weekend. It started when I was at work Friday morning about 9:30ish when I got a nervous phone call. It was the call that says "Honey, I think it's time". Janice called to tell me that at 5:30am some solid contractions had begun. They were erratic but very different from the Braxton Hicks she had been experiencing for the last several weeks. It is always interesting talking to Janice while she has contractions. There is a focused pause every few minutes. She has a rather high pain tolerance and you would never really know she is having a contraction other than the pause. When Joelle was on her way my parents were in town. They came to the house and were perplexed by my most beautiful and vivacious Janice. Sounding a lot like a commercial for phone service my mom would say "are you having one now?" We get the same response in the hospital. The monitor is ripping up the page and Janice is casually asking the nurse about the ages of her children all the while commenting on the joy of having kids. (and remember this is without pain medication)
Yeah, I know. It's no wonder why we have five kids. I married super mommy! :)
After I hung up the phone with Janice I checked the train schedule. Amtrak had a 12:20 and I was in SoHo and it takes about 20 minutes to get uptown to the office on 33rd and then a 5 minute walk to Penn Station. The 12:20 puts me in Hudson at 2:20 and home at 3. I packed up my stuff and caught the R train (Broadway local). I thought for a brief moment I would make it to Penn by 10:20 until the speakers squawked something indistinct about waiting. I think MTA purposely garbles their announcements to render the crowds complacent. We stood for a minute or two expressionless and without chagrin clanked forward. After a brief stop at the office on 33rd I caught the 12:20 and took a bobble-headed ride up the Hudson. I could hardly stay awake or asleep. Never had the gift of instant repose.
Once home I was
We continued and packed up our suitcases, paused, packed the car, paused, hugged and kissed good bye, paused and started to St Peter's in Albany.
Upon arrival everything went as expected: the contractions were good and about 2 minutes apart eventually getting down to 1 minute. As usual Janice confounded the nurses with her clear and calm demeanor between pauses. Then we got tired, very tired. It was that moment when the adrenaline dries up and your brain wonders how you ended up at the hospital in the first place. It was late. I tried to sleep toppled over on a table with my bum flatly against my wooden chair and my head buried in my duffel bag. Half my body immediately lost contact with it's allotment of blood and fell to numbness. Fortunately our nurse had pity on me and found a recline-able and slightly more comfortable vinyl chair. The Doctor checked Janice finding her at 2 cm, the baby was head down but had not dropped. We all decided to wait it out. So Janice worked her way through rapid contractions and drifted through off and on sleep until the next morning.
With daylight came the realization that contractions had nearly stopped. Not to be deterred we pulled on the sneakers and walked around the hospital to see if we could get things moving again. We, well Janice, even ran around the hospital at times (I have video). Even with all our efforts baby decided that it was finished celebrating its un-birthday. The midwife and nurse sent us home with a kindly lecture on how to avoid un-birthdays and the alarming advice that Janice should call 911 with detailed instructions of what to do should her water break at home. We left thinking about how we really should clean the bath tub again.
So in the truest sense of the word we celebrated our first REAL un-birthday last weekend. Next time I am bringing cake and a real recliner.
With daylight came the realization that contractions had nearly stopped. Not to be deterred we pulled on the sneakers and walked around the hospital to see if we could get things moving again. We, well Janice, even ran around the hospital at times (I have video). Even with all our efforts baby decided that it was finished celebrating its un-birthday. The midwife and nurse sent us home with a kindly lecture on how to avoid un-birthdays and the alarming advice that Janice should call 911 with detailed instructions of what to do should her water break at home. We left thinking about how we really should clean the bath tub again.
So in the truest sense of the word we celebrated our first REAL un-birthday last weekend. Next time I am bringing cake and a real recliner.