Colby’s Story Part 3
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Colby’s Story Part 3

Okay, we left off at the point in the story, where my wife’s water had just been broken by the doctors. The process, as simple as it is, basically consists of going up into the female body part (you know what I mean), and essentially popping the balloon, or the sack to release the water. There is no turning back now. I was with her from that point, pretty much the entire time, as I didn’t want to miss a thing. The parents would, for all intents and purposes, travel up and down the elevators, back and forth, exchanging the visitor pass to take turns visiting us. They were wonderful as they spent their entire day, with us, in this process. My best guess would be that the water was broken at or around 10:30ish. Our main labor and delivery nurse, Lya, would be at our side throughout the day. She would be in and out, checking vitals, and occasionally check the status of how many centimeters my wife would be dilated at any given point.

We started our day, dilated at 6 cm. at 6 am. It would seem to appear that we were stuck at about 7 cms, from around 12ish, to about 2pm. At about 1:30, my father and I went down to get lunch, at the cafeteria at the hospital. Little did we know at the time, but this became our daily ritual for the next 3 days. Not to long after, at about 2ish, Dr. Logan (who would now be the second doctor attending to us from our practice), decided that it would be a good time to start increasing the process. In her words, she stated that my wife was “far too comfortable”. We chuckled at this, but we knew exactly what the next suggestion would be, to start adding the oxytocin. This is an inducing agent, to help speed up the birth process. Since the water was broken at this point, there was now at timeline that was in play too.

You see… it stands to reason in doctors minds, that once the water is broken, the time table for birth is key, as it is not recommended that the mother of the child be delivering for many hours after the water is broken. So, the inducing agent was starting to drip down from the bag that contained it, through the thin clear tubes, and into my wife’s right arm. The doctor had Lya the nurse, start the inducing agent at a small amount to see how the process would be affected from a tiny amount. Lya continued to check my wife’s progress, which included checking to see if she had dilated any further, and watching this magical screen that charted off numbers. I say magical screen, as it seem to do everything, which included but is not limited to plotting charts, which included plotting my wife’s heart rate and the baby’s heart rate, and essentially keeping track of all the vitals.

From about 2ish to 3ish there was not a lot of change in dilation, so the doctor thought it best to increase the amount that was being given of the inducing agent. From about 3ish to 4ish, since the inducing agent began to drip with the increased amount, my wife slowly started to increase her dilation. Her dilation increased from 7 to 8cm, and then next from 8 to 9cm. It was at this point, when things really started to get interesting! At 4 in the afternoon it was my parents who were the lucky ones to be visiting in the room at this point. I was on phone duty, and was continuing to send out updates via text messaging. I look up, and my mom is holding my wife’s hand, and my father is there too, both trying to comfort her. She was now, for the first time, in some serious, intense pain. You see, she had been at 9 cm, before she experienced any real pain. She was amazing! She had gone further than most, aside from those who decide to give birth completely natural with no pain medication for reducing the throbbing contractions. Like I stated earlier, she had been previously setup with the epidural, but the medication was not being administered to her, only the line was inserted into her back.

So, to get back to the story, she was in pain. My mother had gone into the bathroom, and gotten her a damp, wet, folded, hand towel and placed it on her forehead, as my wife was grasping my hand with crushing strength. I think that she was trying to implement pain in my hands, so that I too, could be experiencing what she was. Our nurse, asked if she would like to start the epidural medication, and my wife indeed wanted to start that process. The pain continue throughout the contractions, but I believe that she did feel better knowing that help was on the way, in the form of pain medication. It seemed to take forever though. The nurse got the anesthesiologist, who finally arrived with this box, that controlled the medication, and he attached it to the line that was connected to my wife. The box had a remote with a button, that we could press any time she felt pain. This miracle box appeared to add instant relief. The time, approximately 4:30, when Lya proceeded to get the labor doctor, and they decided that it was time for us, to start pushing. The parents were kicked out of the room, and gave us kisses. They knew that the next time they saw us; it would no longer be the two of us, but rather the three of us!

It is now, 4:45pm on September 2nd, 2009 and we began pushing.

To be concluded…( in vintage “back to the future” style)

Colby’s Story Part 2
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Colby’s Story Part 2

So, like I have previous mentioned, Colby’s story is broken up into a few parts. This is due to a few reasons. First, as I was writing the first part, I had to conclude the story early and temporary because I had to attend to him. And second, I did like that the story was broken up, fearing that the readers might not enjoy a huge massive story in one single post, but rather a few blogs like the site is intended for.

Okay, on to part 2 of Colby’s story. When I left off, we were on the second floor in the labor and delivery department of Winner Palmer hospital. When arriving, we were placed in a single room, all to ourselves. This room was great, as my wife Shellie had a nice bed with all these cool gadgets to make the move in all sorts of directions, with a remote for the television with cable t.v. and a phone. I had a great recliner and we had a private bathroom. Then, we met our primary nurse, Lya (pronounced Leah), which little did we know at the time, that she would prove to be a key part of our journey!

As we were getting settled in, we received our calls from our parents, my wife mom and my mother and father were arriving at the hospital. I would be guessing actually, but I’m going to go with about 10 am, my estimation for the time that they would arrive. They arrived, at the same time, my parents arriving about 2 minutes prior, but as they were receiving their id stickers, Shellie’s mom came thru the waterfall entrance at Winner Palmer. We then proceeded to get her mom all checked in as well, and then made our way to “the room”…

We were only allowed to have three people in the room at a time, as announced to us from the reception lady at the counter. As the parents were anxiously and excitedly wanting to see Shellie, I sent them in, as I would have been the fourth. I made my way downstairs to wait in the lobby, and then went to get some things from our car, essentially our bags. I decided, not wanting to hold the bags for very long, I would go back up, and see if I could just simply drop them off in the room. When going up, I am met again with the reception lady. With short brownish/black hair somewhat spiked, she smiled and put on a happy face, even though I could sense that she was already annoyed with me. She advised me that I could not being the fourth, but she would keep the bags behind the counter for us, acting like she is doing me a favor. This was really not a problem, as I completely understood the hospital policy. I placed them there, but as soon as this was taking place, the parents came back out. I asked them why they were back so soon; they advised me that they were not allowed in, because the doctors were placing the epidural in my wife’s back, to get it ready for her. I was super excited that something was happening, so I quickly went to back to the room not wanting to miss any part of the action, (passing by the reception lady, with a lil’ smirk on my face), knowing that I would be allowed in there, even though the parents were not.

When I arrived at the room, the anesthesiologist was just finishing up. My wife was sitting upright with the doctor behind her, and I could see the line going up, and into her back. They started to tape it in place. The pain medicine was not pumping yet, but when the time comes for it, she is ready to go! I chatted with her for a few moments, and explained to her that the parents were here, and wanted to see her, so I went back downstairs, and sent them up to see her! They visited her for a while, while I waited. Then they were sent out of the room again, and back downs. I saw them coming, and they said that the doctors came in to break her water! I quickly again, ran up there! This time, I arrived just after, and the water was broken, and the process of birth has officially begun!

To be continued, again….

Colby’s Story Part 1
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Colby’s Story Part 1

I’d like to start the by telling you our entire story in the next few blogs! Our son, Colby, was due on Sept 4th, 2009. We’d had been going to the doctors, first monthly, then every two weeks, and finally weekly towards the end of the pregnancy. Sept 4th was a Friday, and we had an appointment on Tues Sept 1 of that same week. Upon arriving at the doctor’s office on Tuesday, the doctor informed us that my wife was now dilated to 6 cm. We were very happy about that, because about 4 days before, she was dilated at 4 cm. The doctor went to grab another doctor in the firm and they both came back into the office and talked to us about our options. The second doctor, who was wonderful, advised us that she was on shift at the hospital after her day shift until 8 am, and that we can and probably should come in tomorrow, Wednesday Sept 2nd, and start the birthing process, and be induced at 6am. She said that we certainly did not have too, but it would be a good idea, for several reasons, including predictability, and setting arrangements. The doctor felt that my wife was far enough along to get this done.

We proceed to leave the office, and chat about it, both knowing all along that we’d mostly had made up our minds and that we’d be heading to the hospital in the morning. We did call our mom’s and tell them of what our options were, and they were okay with either decision that we would make. We decide after calling them, that it was definite, we were going to have a baby on that next day! We came home, and got our affairs in order, making arrangements with work, making sure the car and bags were ready, and then trying to get some sleep. We slept from about 12am until about 4:15am. We knew that we had to get to the hospital at 6am. So, we got up early, and made our way out the door, at 5:20am.

We get to the hospital about 5:45am, park in the garage, and make our way to the front desk. We explain that we have a doctor, on call that is ready to induce. The whole thing was not officially scheduled thru the hospital, so we had to make our way around to get this done. First, the front desk sent us to labor and delivery, 2nd floor at Winner Palmer hospital. They of course proceeded to tell us that we were in the wrong place, and that we needed to be at triage, on the first floor. We get to triage, and needed to go again, through the story, and they were able to finally get in touch with the doctor, whom confirmed that we were there rightfully.

Triage admitted us, and we started our official journey in a first floor, triage hospital room. There were two nurses attaining to us, who were more like a duo comedy team. There names were barb and Sharon, coincidently, our mother’s names are Barbara and Sharon. We remained there, as they checked vitals, til about 7am. Our doctor came down, and we were able to see her for a few minutes, as she filled out paperwork and all. From there we were then moved to labor and delivery, 2nd floor, which we had been to initially upon arriving, but were sent to triage. That is where we spent most of Wednesday Sept 2nd, 2009.

To Be Continued…

Colby has arrived !!!!!
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Colby 1

Colby has arrived!!! We are still at the hospital, so I can not add a full blog yet, but it will be coming!!!! Please enjoy photos until I can write more!!!

Colby 2

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The world over, parents are regarded by many of their children as a kind of super hero. Fathers, especially, garnish this perception of seemingly possessing great wisdom, strength, and agility—far beyond their little supporters … Our age and experience helps reinforce this ideal. Little boys and girls grow up with a sense of awe as they watch their parents conquer daily tasks. Although parents may not realize it, this perception (in some cases) can slightly inflate their ego to the point that they take on a task or perform an act outside their abilities. Now, I’m not referring to leaping tall buildings or lifting cars. I’m speaking of something on a much smaller scale: watching someone in another discipline or profession who may not perform to that parent’s expectation, which—interestingly enough—may cause the parent to believe they can do better.

Please don’t mistake me, I’m not judging others. I’m merely speaking of my own recent experience. Let me set the stage for you. Consider a normal monthly occurrence: a trip to the mall for a child’s routine haircut. Now factor in that my son has a fear of hair-dryers, electric clippers, and generally dislikes a person cutting his hair (which I’m sure some of you may be able to relate with). All that aside, barbers (or hairdressers as some prefer to be called) have the difficult job of quickly cutting the child’s hair, while simultaneously coordinating with the parent (if they assist) to distract the child, and re-assuring both the parent and child that all is well. Let’s not also forget that the act of cutting hair requires experience, a license, and a talented execution by the licensee. But, we tend to be quite critical of the end result (especially if it’s our own hair). And, particularly in a circumstance such as mine, the hairdresser may not even be able to fully complete the task.

Vulcan hairstyle akin to the bowl-cut

Vulcan hairstyle akin to the bowl-cut

Perhaps you see where this is going. Upon an incomplete execution of a haircut, my son had a couple uneven areas in the front and back and long strands around his ears. Dissatisfied (and slightly embarrassed), I determined that trimming a few hairs could easily resolve the issue; and, with my son’s trust and my own mild OCD, I also determined that I could easily do better than the hairdresser and complete the task. Now, in my own defense, the areas around his ears came out quite well.

I now have my very own Vulcan (for those who may not get the Science Fiction reference to Star Trek, his hairstyle is akin to the bowl-cut).