Yes, still waiting...
Technically I am early. But I, and likely a lot of other first-timers in the past, viewed my wife's belly as "abnormally large" and naturally expected the baby to slide on down the birth canal to an early birthday. However, my original 2-week guess turned into a 10-day understanding, then to a 1 week acceptance, and before yesterday to a 4 day demand. I seem to be getting a glimpse into Kaelyn's teenage years: she doesn't really care what I think.
Sarah had her weekly visit to the doc yesterday. Still healthy, still head-down, and still 1cm. Translation: No. Change. At. All. The "1cm" dilation we heard about 3 weeks ago certainly piqued my interest, but I've come to think 1cm is simply the doc's glass-is-half-full way of saying "Grab a seat kids, you're gonna be hear awhile".
There was some good news however. Since Sarah's official due date is Friday the 26th, the doc set an induction date of Wednesday July 1st. The plan is to check her in to the hospital, get her all comfy and happy, make sure she's fully hydrated and in good health, then start the show. While most people are excited about technology and the ability to plan their child's birth around their shopping schedules, I'll admit I'm a little down about this. I had this great vision in my head of the perfect triumphant birth. Let me set the scene for you (queue dream sequence).
While a work finalizing a huge deal with a large customer, the phone rings. Putting the customer on hold, I answer my ringing phone and hear the good news: "I'M HAVING A BABY!". I'd have to tell the customer I'd call them back, I'M HAVING A BABY! After hearing him agree to the deal anyway, I'd slam my phone down, grab my keys, and sprint out of my office (in slow-motion of course) to a standing ovation and someone playing the theme song to Chariots of Fire. My frantic 911 call to inform the authorities "I'M DRIVING 112 MPH DOWN 183 BECAUSE MY WIFE'S IN LABOR!!!" would no doubt lead to a 3-pronged escort through 15 miles of Dallas freeway. My arrival at the hospital, where I park in the doctor's space of course (MY WIFE'S HAVING A BABY!!! WHO HAS TIME TO WALK???), is met with the doctor handing me my scrubs and escorting me to the labor room where I would triumphantly enter to my wife's relieved expression and cries of "I LOVE YOU! WE'RE HAVING A BABY!". A couple of hours of comfort and strength (provided by yours truly) would be rewarded with my single tear of joy dropping on Kaylen's cheek. I would cut the cord, walk out into the waiting room where our parents, sisters, brothers, grandparents, friends and extended family would be eagerly anticipating the arrival, and pronounce "WE HAD A BABY GIRL!!!". Where upon family and friends alike would hug and laugh and cry and even the triage nurse would shed a tear. It would be beautiful.
Instead, I'll drive home from work in 5pm traffic, grab a bag, park in the normal person parking spot, and set the timer for the hatching. Oh joy.
All kidding aside, even a timed hatching will be a beautiful thing. But for those of you who wonder, I'll still be screaming inside.
1 week and counting. We can't wait to meet you baby girl! ~Love, Daddy.
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