I don't seem to remember this much hardship with Spud. Mrs. H. is cranky and uncomfortable, and has run out of things to clean. Her Dr. visit yesterday said she is only dilated to 1cm, so it may be shaping up to be a LO-O-O-O-O-O-NG couple of weeks. I think Spud is starting to suspect something is up, but his little two year old mind can't fully grasp the whole "big brother" concept just yet. The bags are packed, the birth plan is written and signed, the babysitter is on speed-dial, and we are all set for the big day. I don't think it can come soon enough.
Then there are the irrational fears and concerns. Mrs. H. started hawking Tupperware, and has parties scheduled for the next couple of weeks. She has threatened to send me to the parties with a laptop so she can do her schpeal live via webcam. I am having nightmares of being in the middle of communion as a chalice bearer during the Bishop's visit and her water breaking at the altar. "I'm sorry, Your Grace, I have to take the Mrs. to the hospital now. Would you be a dear and finish this for me? There's a good lad." Or worse, having to deliver the baby at home or church. Like I said, completely irrational, but there nonetheless.
Whoever said it gets easier the second time around had rocks in their head.
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My thoughts are with you as you both watch and wait. Keep us posted!
Take care,
Everything will be fine, Hillbilly. Prayers for a safe delivery and a healthy baby, soon, and prayers for peace for you and Mrs H.
Thanks guys. I forgot how stressful it gets toward the end/begining. I think we're about as ready as we'll ever be. Now it's just in His hands.
Your story about the Bishop's visit reminded me of a cute "she's in labor" story.
I was staffing a conference, bigtime medical education and top papers being presented. A limited number of residents in training were able to attend. One of them was a local guy with a baby due any day (so we learned).
I slipped a note up to the moderator, asking him to break protocol when the next paper was finished - and make an announcement for the man to slip out and see the staff member at the door, his wife was in labor.
Well, he broke protocol alright. The announcement was "Dr. X, go see Lynn right outside the main auditorium door. She's wearing a navy dress. Your wife is in labor and everything is just fine. Congratulations, and get out of here at once!"
The room filled with applause and joyful grins. I still remember the Dad's nervous and happy face, and that was more than 20 years ago.
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