Allow me to start at the beginning. And by the beginning, I mean 4:00pm, last Thursday afternoon.
I was driving home from a meeting with a work client. I was about 10 minutes from home, and thinking to myself "I can get home early, grab a water ice from the freezer, fire up the cable, and watch some X-Play on G4 (I have to get my video game TV-fix), and just chill out until DrummerWife gets home from the doctors."
Then...my cell phone rings. It's DrummerWife. She tells me that the doctor is sending her over to the hospital for monitoring because her blood pressure is a little high. No worries, probably just in and out, but she'd like some company.
No problem, I think to myself. I'll just turn around, and head to the hospital.
About 30 minutes later, Nikki's getting monitored, the baby is getting monitored, and everything is hunky-dorey. Then they draw blood. 1 hour later, we find out that DrummerWife is SEVERELY pre-eclapmtic. So much so, that the doctor on staff that night decides that we need to be transferred to another hospital, because...DrummerBaby is probably going to be delivered by c-section TONIGHT, and because he'll be premature, he needs to be in a better NICU than the hospital we're current in has.
One frantic, scary ambulance ride later, we're in the new hospital. The surgeons, and doctors, and nurses, and student doctors, and God-only-knows-who-else, is telling us that the baby is coming tonight. DrummerWife will be in surgery in a few hours, as soon as they get her platelets up, and then it's party time.
In the meantime...grandparents-to-be, aunts, pastors, and who-knows-who-else are rushing to the hospital. Uncles and other relatives are praying at home. Dad is crying and praying in Mom's room, and Baby is just snug as a bug in a rug, hanging out in Mom's uterus.
At 11:30pm, DrummerWife is taken into the operating room. Drummer is suited up for battle, and invited into the operating room where he takes a seat at DrummerWife's head. About 45 minutes after that, the surgeons say "The baby is clear," and the new Mom and Dad hear their beautiful son cry for the first time. Dad starts crying, too. Then, the doctors put a tube down DrummerBaby's throat, and he doesn't cry anymore. He's stable, breathing with help, and after the new parents get a quick view, he's rushed off to the NICU.
After Mom is stitched up, she and Dad are taken through the NICU where they get their first real look at their little son. He's very pink, very, very small, and very, very hooked up to machinery.
I was driving home from a meeting with a work client. I was about 10 minutes from home, and thinking to myself "I can get home early, grab a water ice from the freezer, fire up the cable, and watch some X-Play on G4 (I have to get my video game TV-fix), and just chill out until DrummerWife gets home from the doctors."
Then...my cell phone rings. It's DrummerWife. She tells me that the doctor is sending her over to the hospital for monitoring because her blood pressure is a little high. No worries, probably just in and out, but she'd like some company.
No problem, I think to myself. I'll just turn around, and head to the hospital.
About 30 minutes later, Nikki's getting monitored, the baby is getting monitored, and everything is hunky-dorey. Then they draw blood. 1 hour later, we find out that DrummerWife is SEVERELY pre-eclapmtic. So much so, that the doctor on staff that night decides that we need to be transferred to another hospital, because...DrummerBaby is probably going to be delivered by c-section TONIGHT, and because he'll be premature, he needs to be in a better NICU than the hospital we're current in has.
One frantic, scary ambulance ride later, we're in the new hospital. The surgeons, and doctors, and nurses, and student doctors, and God-only-knows-who-else, is telling us that the baby is coming tonight. DrummerWife will be in surgery in a few hours, as soon as they get her platelets up, and then it's party time.
In the meantime...grandparents-to-be, aunts, pastors, and who-knows-who-else are rushing to the hospital. Uncles and other relatives are praying at home. Dad is crying and praying in Mom's room, and Baby is just snug as a bug in a rug, hanging out in Mom's uterus.
At 11:30pm, DrummerWife is taken into the operating room. Drummer is suited up for battle, and invited into the operating room where he takes a seat at DrummerWife's head. About 45 minutes after that, the surgeons say "The baby is clear," and the new Mom and Dad hear their beautiful son cry for the first time. Dad starts crying, too. Then, the doctors put a tube down DrummerBaby's throat, and he doesn't cry anymore. He's stable, breathing with help, and after the new parents get a quick view, he's rushed off to the NICU.
After Mom is stitched up, she and Dad are taken through the NICU where they get their first real look at their little son. He's very pink, very, very small, and very, very hooked up to machinery.
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