Wednesday, December 28, 2005

My First Christmas...

Well my first Christmas is now over. I had the best time. I woke up Christmas morning to find out that Santa Claus had arrived, and I guess I was a really good boy because he left me a lot of presents. After opening presents, the family had breakfast at our house. I, of course, wanted to eat with everyone so I woke up just in time to be fed with everyone else.

After a really good breakfast, we went to my great grandmother's house. This was the first time that I had ever been there and I got to meet a whole bunch of new people. I was so exhausted from opening all the presents that I slept through most of the visit.

Boxing day we went to Nonna and Nonno's house for dinner, where I again got lots of presents (one of which is the outfit I am wearing in the photo).

My first Christmas was one that I won't forget!!


Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Some photos...

Nick's favorite Aunt Rita:

Nick's favorite Aunt Kathy:

Nick's favorite fart position:

Mom's favorite Nick photo:

Nick's other favorite Aunt Amber:

In the beginning, there was mom... (Part 2)

This is actually how Nick's birth developed*...

I was sleeping in bed, trying to ignore the glow from dad's computer. At approximately 1:30 am, I was awoken by a sharp pain. I turned to dad and said note the time, I think I just had a contraction. Then 7 minutes later the pain returned. This went on for 2 hours (with the contractions approximately 7 minutes apart). After 2 hours of writing down the times, dad became very tired and fell asleep, unfortunately with the pain of the contractions I was not able to fall asleep.

In the early afternoon, I was getting very tired and wanted to go into the hospital to get them to relieve the pain with an epidural. However, when dad called they suggested that we stay at home so that I would be more comfortable. They also said that we should wait until the contractions were 3-5 minutes apart for an hour. After receiving this news, I curled up on the couch to rest a bit. Cooper then joined me and laid beside me keeping me company (as if he was supporting me through the contractions). I tried to sleep, but as other woman who have given birth will know, as soon as another contraction came I was woken up (woken up in the peak of a contraction in excruciating pain) not able to breathe through the contraction and had to suffer through it.

This went on for a few more hours, before I made dad call the hospital again. I was hoping that this time they would say come in and we will make this all go away. However, again they said it is better to stay at home where you are comfortable and can relax more. After this depressing news I decided to have a bath. This helped with the contractions, but soon I became very fidgety and needed to get out.

The next few hours consisted of me either laying on the couch, walking around the living room or having a bath. After going through this for 23 hours at home, I asked dad to call the hospital one last time, because I was just too uncomfortable and I needed to go into the hospital, even just to find out how far along I was. Dad called the hospital to ask them if we could come in to be monitored, they said that it was fine, but they would probably be sending us home after we were checked out (after the fact dad would tell me that they also said that since this was my first baby I could go through these irregular contractions for 2 or 3 days). We locked Cooper up grabbed our bags and were off to the hospital.

After walking to the maternity ward, we rang the bell and waited to be let in. We waited and waited, but no one let us in (the sign on the door said not to ring the bell more than once because the nurses were probably with a patient and they would open the door when they were free). By chance a nurse walked by the door and let us in. Apparently no one heard the bell ring.

I was strapped up to the monitor and laid in the hospital bed for an hour while they monitored the baby and myself. The nurse then returned and examined me to see how far along I was. She then said to walk around the maternity ward for about 30 minutes and she would re-examine me. Dad and I then tried to walk around the ward, which was hard to do because I was in so much pain.

After 30 minutes of trying to walk around the ward, I went back to the delivery room for the nurse to examine me. Before she examined the nurse asked if I wanted any drugs during the delivery. I of course said yes!! I asked her how far along I was when she first examined me, and she informed us that I was 4 cm. I was so happy, because at that point I was worried that she was going to tell me that I was only 2 cm.

The nurse re-examined me and said, sorry there is no time for drugs, you are fully dialated, put this gown on. At that point, I started to freak out! There was no way I could do this with no drugs. I started pleading with dad, telling him that there was no way I could do this. I was not strong enough. After 40 minutes of the most excruciating pain, which I can't put in words, Nicholas was born. As soon as they placed him on my chest I forgot all about the pain and was the happiest mom in the world!!!


*Note: This is from mom's perspective and is more accurate than dad's perspective.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

In the beginning, there was mom...

For those who missed it, the following is basically how Nick's birth developed* ...

I was quietly sitting in bed playing a video game on my laptop. At 1:30 am, mom rolled over and sleepily asked 'What time is it? I think it's starting.' For the next 23 hours, mom experienced very irregular contractions occurring every 3 to 30 minutes.

If there's only one thing you're told prior to delivery, it's probably that the nurses in the hospital don't want to see your face until the contractions are consistently 3-5 minutes apart for at least an hour - and not a moment sooner. With this in mind, I tried everything I could to keep mom calm and as pain free as possible while we were still at home but by around 11pm, I was back on the phone with the hospital because the pain was too much to handle. Their comment - "we're happy to examine your wife but we'll very likely end up sending you home". With that we were off to the hospital.

Once we arrived, they had a monitor on her belly to monitor the baby's heart-rate for approx an hour. Following this and a quick exam, they asked us to simply walk around the ward for 30 minutes. While this may sound like a short period of time, I dare any man to attempt this with a woman on your arm in very active labour. After a second exam, the nurse had mom put on a hospital gown because she was already 10 centimeters dilated (i.e. it was showtime!). With about 40 minutes of painkiller-free pushing, Nicholas announced his presence with some very loud and lively crying.

For those that know mom well, I can tell you that up to the moment she saw Nick, she wanted nothing more than to forget the whole experience, go home and go to bed (she was tired!). Once Nick was placed on her chest, a switch was flicked and her natural motherly instincts kicked in. It really was the strangest but most beautiful thing.

If Nick's life will be anything like his birth, he'll arrive late to all events kicking and screaming. However, once there, he'll be the life of the party and deliver a bang!

-- Dad

* Note: this was all from dad's perspective. Maybe one day, mom or Nick will help fill in any gaps.

Day 1

Vital Stats

  • Born: 3:44am Sunday, December 4, 2005
  • Weight: 8 lbs 10 oz
  • Name: Nicholas
  • Mother: Happy, proud and tired (no drugs!)