Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, dogs and aliens, I humbly offer up proof that intelligence is contagious.
My PhD wife (aka MrsB) gave birth Saturday night to a beautiful baby girl, henceforth to be called Babyrian or Hordling, unless one of you people comes up with some even wittier play-on-words
The birth story was hellish, and most of the reason my postings have been scant in the past two weeks. My wife’s water broke early in the morning on Sunday the 10th, but either she had an abnormally large amount of fluid in her chorion, or she had a high-level leak that patched itself up 18 hours later. I can attest through direct observation that being on pitocin for a long time without any action in the cervical region is no fun at all.
Since we had a progressive doctor, live 5 minutes from the hospital (I can see it from my apartment), and there were no signs of infection in my wife, we went home for the week. On Friday afternoon my wife had the classic “Hollywood gush”, and away we went for round two of prostaglandin gel, pitocin, and a very reluctant cervix-- until just before 11 pm Saturday night, when she hit 4 cm.
I was starting to think I’d be sleeping in that room’s hospital chair until Monday. But at that point my wife’s pain got worse (she went for an epidural late Saturday afternoon), she started feeling pelvic pressure, and the doc decided to peek into the room at 11:30 because the baby’s heart rate had dropped while she walked past a hallway monitor. Who knew that cervix’s are like writers on deadline, waiting for the last minute to get anything done?
28 minutes later a delightfully perfect little girl was lying on MrsB’s breast, and I was cutting the cord. 2.725 kg (6 pounds 1/4 oz). Monday at dinnertime we walked home and started exploring this city together. She’s had a couple meltdowns, but today has been great-- we went for a very long walk to the doctor’s office and back (including stopping for lunch), and tonight I rigged one of my wife’s sarongs as a sling, so I can hold her and have both hands free to type. Or make dinner. Or do laundry.
You want pix? Sure, as soon as somebody shows me how to set up a website, or points out a good picture hosting site. You won’t believe how cute she is