The juicy details are:
Water broke COMPLETELY in my bed and all over my floors at 11:40 pm May 14th. Must now get feather bed dry cleaned.
Arrived at hospital at midnight, leaving a trail of water as I walked from the car to the entrance. Stripped down to housecoat in elevator due to disgusting leakage in pants and crocs.
Normally there are no anaesthesiologists at night, so no epidurals. I tried the laughing gas, but it made me want to toss my cookies. I tried the morphine-gravol drip, it did nothing. The contractions seemed so much worse this time than with Sacha. Tony had to leave the room a few times during them (nurses took care of me) because he thought HE was going to toss his cookies from seeing me writhe in pain. My doctor pulled some strings and I got an epidural at 3:30 am. I have never been so happy.
Started pushing at 6:50 am, and by 7:12 am on May 15th, the doctor announced that we had a baby boy. We both took a real hard look at his penis, as we both thought that it would be a girl. Turns out intuition is NOT always right
Birth stats to satisfy your curiosity:
- Name: Kees Victor
- weight: 7 lbs 6.5 oz
- length: 18 3/4 inches
- His name is pronounced Case, but Kees is the Dutch spelling of it, and since he is named after Tony’s paternal grandfather, who was Dutch, we kept the Kees.
- Victor was my paternal grandfather
- He is 2 lbs heavier than Sacha was at birth, but only 1 inch longer. This makes for excellent chubby cheeks and a cute double chin. He came home from the hospital in a sleeper that Sacha only fit when we has over 1 month old
I’ve been told it takes a special woman to be a mother of boyS. Here’s hoping I’m the right kind of special!