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| Holland Rose Evans |
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| She wasn't too happy here. |
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| "Aaaaah. Its nice to be home." |
My girls. I got two of them now. And I love it. I'm the guy who was never gonna have no one, and now I'm the guy who is always gonna have some one. Or some ones. I'm swimming in tender mercies.
This last Tuesday morning at 8:35, Holland Rose was born. She did real good being born. You shoulda seen her. And so did Jenn. My girls rule dot com. I still can't believe all that moms have to go through to bring life to, um, . . . life. So some specifics . . .
Jenn went into labor around 3:30 pm on Monday afternoon, her contractions about 5 minutes apart. I confess that I didn't really now how labor and delivery was gonna go down. It was all just myth and mystery, mystery and myth. But no longer. I've left the garden and seen a bit of the toughness of reality. But it was Jenn that experienced it. I love you, Jenn.
Jenn suffered through the labor pains at home as long as she could, then around 8pm we went to the hospital where we were given the awful news that Jenn was only dilated 1.5 (is it cm? or sonometers?). They sent us away. We went to the mall and tried to grab a Jamba Juice. But as soon as Jenn put it down, she brought it back up, but with masterful aim -- right into the garbage can outside. Nice shot, Jenn. I'm sorry you're going through this.
Jenn tried walking around the parking lot, but the pain was intense, so we called Uncle Frank and he let us crash at his house for a few hours. Jenn climbed into the bath and tried soaking away the pains. But there was little relief. We sat in Uncle Frank's spare room, in the dark, waiting for the next contraction, then breathing it through, then grimacing through the next one. Finally, Jenn turned to me and said, "I'm sorry, this is the only one we are having. Let's get outta here." We went to the hospital and thankfully, she was dilated to a four, so she was admitted. An hour later, Jenn had an epidural and she started talking to me again. We actually slept for a little while. Around 4 in the morning the midwife checked Jenn again and she was a 7. So they broke her water and it wasn't long after that that Jenn started to feel like pushing.
I've never observed anything quite like birth. It was miracle of miracles. Life to life. Pain then life. Blood, water, and spirit. Then she was here, with a squirm and a cry. Perfection. She had all her fingers and toes. Holland was full of fight and spirit, kicking against the nurses, pooping on exam table, and had a head full of dark hair and a cry like a hoarse kitty. Not a horse kitty. She has a dimple on her right cheek. Some light brown hair on her head and strawberry blonde eyelashes and eyebrows. She's beautiful and perfect and we love her to bits.
We stayed in the hospital for three days. Holland was a bit jaundiced so the doctor wanted to keep us so she could observe her. We go back to the hospital tomorrow to see if she's improving. But we got her home just in time for her to watch the American Idol results show with us.
So here we are now. At home. Jenn is sitting over there in bed, holding our little Holland Rose. She's sleeping like Rip Van Rose Winkel. We can't take our eyes off her. Every little thing she does is magic. We're a mess. Cut us slack. We're first parents and old 'uns at that.
This last Tuesday morning at 8:35, Holland Rose was born. She did real good being born. You shoulda seen her. And so did Jenn. My girls rule dot com. I still can't believe all that moms have to go through to bring life to, um, . . . life. So some specifics . . .
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| She's beautiful. |
Jenn suffered through the labor pains at home as long as she could, then around 8pm we went to the hospital where we were given the awful news that Jenn was only dilated 1.5 (is it cm? or sonometers?). They sent us away. We went to the mall and tried to grab a Jamba Juice. But as soon as Jenn put it down, she brought it back up, but with masterful aim -- right into the garbage can outside. Nice shot, Jenn. I'm sorry you're going through this.
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| Looking into Momma's eyes. |
Jenn tried walking around the parking lot, but the pain was intense, so we called Uncle Frank and he let us crash at his house for a few hours. Jenn climbed into the bath and tried soaking away the pains. But there was little relief. We sat in Uncle Frank's spare room, in the dark, waiting for the next contraction, then breathing it through, then grimacing through the next one. Finally, Jenn turned to me and said, "I'm sorry, this is the only one we are having. Let's get outta here." We went to the hospital and thankfully, she was dilated to a four, so she was admitted. An hour later, Jenn had an epidural and she started talking to me again. We actually slept for a little while. Around 4 in the morning the midwife checked Jenn again and she was a 7. So they broke her water and it wasn't long after that that Jenn started to feel like pushing.
I've never observed anything quite like birth. It was miracle of miracles. Life to life. Pain then life. Blood, water, and spirit. Then she was here, with a squirm and a cry. Perfection. She had all her fingers and toes. Holland was full of fight and spirit, kicking against the nurses, pooping on exam table, and had a head full of dark hair and a cry like a hoarse kitty. Not a horse kitty. She has a dimple on her right cheek. Some light brown hair on her head and strawberry blonde eyelashes and eyebrows. She's beautiful and perfect and we love her to bits.
We stayed in the hospital for three days. Holland was a bit jaundiced so the doctor wanted to keep us so she could observe her. We go back to the hospital tomorrow to see if she's improving. But we got her home just in time for her to watch the American Idol results show with us.
So here we are now. At home. Jenn is sitting over there in bed, holding our little Holland Rose. She's sleeping like Rip Van Rose Winkel. We can't take our eyes off her. Every little thing she does is magic. We're a mess. Cut us slack. We're first parents and old 'uns at that.
We're glad to be home and glad to be a family. What an adventure in contentment we have ahead of us.
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| My two girls. I love them. |
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| Holland Rose |
