obidankenobi (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} obidankenobi) wrote,@ 2009-02-14 21:36:00 |
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The Ballad of...
So, on Tuesday I was about two hours late to work, my alarm having failed and my boss (who was in at 5am, when I should have been) calling the wrong Dan. No one seemed to mind, and I didn't take a break till about 10.50am. The timing was perfect though, cause I got back to my desk to find an email from Tariqa saying her waters had broke, and it was showtime...
My boss dropped me off home, and we made sure we had everything on the list - Tariqa had most of it together, but he wasn't supposed to come till Friday, so we were taken a little off guard. Still, we got it all sorted and left for the hospital.
We got there just before 12.30pm, and we assigned a room where she had her first contraction - it was definitely on today it seemed. Midwives and doctors looked at things, etc etc, and decided we should go home and come back after rush hour or at the very latest, 5am the following morning. We weren't keen, but they're doctors and we're not, so we started shuffling down the corridoor - where Tariqa let out a massive yell, and we quickly turned around and told them we were staying.
Just as well too, cause a quick check showed she was almost halfway to giving birth...
In the birthing room (or whatever it's called), there was this machine that had a button that needed to pressed every 15 minutes or so, it would... beep. Not quite Lost's 'saving the world', but hey. And one of the doctors looked like Libby.
He came at 7.27pm, about ten minutes after the midwife who'd helped us through the past few hours had left - she returned though to see him, along with a bunch of paediatricians who did some checks and things, including one where they test his reactions by standing him up and briefly letting him go, which I wasn't prepared for and thought, shit... he was purple and really smooth, like he was made of leather, and was sleeping. He went to sleep in the womb and woke up under a light with a bunch of people sticking things in his mouth and wiping him down, which must've been pretty... bizarre.
After that, I had to get home, so drove by myself for the first time ever - at night, in the rain, getting completely lost and driving on streets I'd never seen before. When I left, I realised I had my L plates on, which would attract attention, so pulled over in what I thought was a parking bay to remove them - but it had no parking lines - turns out it wasn't a parking bay, but a turn off for ambulances. Oops. Hill start, couple of stalls and I was back in traffic, eventually taking a U-turn on Great North road to be about 45 min late home.
So yeah, that's an edited highlights. Since then he's slept a lot, and we've had trouble getting him awake and feeding - pretty much the opposite problem I thought people had with babies. We've discovered tonight he's quite partial to the bottle, which is handy as a backup.
Umm, yeah. Really tired. Not a lot of sleep.
So, on Tuesday I was about two hours late to work, my alarm having failed and my boss (who was in at 5am, when I should have been) calling the wrong Dan. No one seemed to mind, and I didn't take a break till about 10.50am. The timing was perfect though, cause I got back to my desk to find an email from Tariqa saying her waters had broke, and it was showtime...
My boss dropped me off home, and we made sure we had everything on the list - Tariqa had most of it together, but he wasn't supposed to come till Friday, so we were taken a little off guard. Still, we got it all sorted and left for the hospital.
We got there just before 12.30pm, and we assigned a room where she had her first contraction - it was definitely on today it seemed. Midwives and doctors looked at things, etc etc, and decided we should go home and come back after rush hour or at the very latest, 5am the following morning. We weren't keen, but they're doctors and we're not, so we started shuffling down the corridoor - where Tariqa let out a massive yell, and we quickly turned around and told them we were staying.
Just as well too, cause a quick check showed she was almost halfway to giving birth...
In the birthing room (or whatever it's called), there was this machine that had a button that needed to pressed every 15 minutes or so, it would... beep. Not quite Lost's 'saving the world', but hey. And one of the doctors looked like Libby.
He came at 7.27pm, about ten minutes after the midwife who'd helped us through the past few hours had left - she returned though to see him, along with a bunch of paediatricians who did some checks and things, including one where they test his reactions by standing him up and briefly letting him go, which I wasn't prepared for and thought, shit... he was purple and really smooth, like he was made of leather, and was sleeping. He went to sleep in the womb and woke up under a light with a bunch of people sticking things in his mouth and wiping him down, which must've been pretty... bizarre.
After that, I had to get home, so drove by myself for the first time ever - at night, in the rain, getting completely lost and driving on streets I'd never seen before. When I left, I realised I had my L plates on, which would attract attention, so pulled over in what I thought was a parking bay to remove them - but it had no parking lines - turns out it wasn't a parking bay, but a turn off for ambulances. Oops. Hill start, couple of stalls and I was back in traffic, eventually taking a U-turn on Great North road to be about 45 min late home.
So yeah, that's an edited highlights. Since then he's slept a lot, and we've had trouble getting him awake and feeding - pretty much the opposite problem I thought people had with babies. We've discovered tonight he's quite partial to the bottle, which is handy as a backup.
Umm, yeah. Really tired. Not a lot of sleep.
