Happy Birthday, Ben
(For more pictures, see Babycakes.)
As dictated to Maggie
All times approximate
Agenda, Friday, July 18, 2003
4 a.m. wake up, water breaks
4:30 a.m. decide to go to hospital
4:32 a.m. don’t tell husband about contractions, drive self to hospital.
5:30 a.m. 5 cm dilated, fully effaced, aaaack.
5:31 a.m. look at ruler, realize how big 5 cm really is, aaaack.
5:50 a.m. get prepped for surgery, ask nurse to shave in shape of heart.
7:30 a.m. doctors, nurses, anesthetist amazing.
7:40 a.m. epidural kicking in, anesthetist rocks!!
7:45 a.m. ask if we can keep scrubs for Dr. Steeeeeve.
7:50 a.m. nurse hangs sheet that separates us from the action. Ask her to hang it higher, given freakishly tall sperm donor.
8:00 a.m. chat with husband about wide range of topics, including, but not limited to, Homestarrunner, zombie pirate monkeys, and whether or not baby will have hair. Meanwhile, doctor slicing me open like an overripe watermelon.
8:22 a.m. Bennett Wark is born.
8:23 a.m. look to right, see my new son wrestling with the nurse, and loudly protesting being straightened out. He’s been breech for a while, so apparently legs up is the preferred position.
8:24 a.m. Ben gets dressed, including cutest little hat festooned with turtle. Ben is not impressed.
Sometime around noon (time being a little ambiguous under the circumstances): new family installed in small but pleasant room in post-partum ward. Nice view, cool nurses, new son… who could ask for anything more.