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A story from Daddy
Already it is time for amendment 1, a bad story with a good ending. On 16 August, I got a call that I needed to 'come home immediately!' without explanation. When I got there, mom went over the fact that at the doctor's appointment, they determined Lukpad had about 2 liters of amniotic fluid, (normal is 5-10). They were going to put her in the hospital and hydrate her to get the level back up. It was the second time in my life that a doctor has told me that if I don't do what he says, my wife and/or my child will not be alive. So they did the fluid and I sat next to the wife holding her hand and pretending that this wasn't scaring me as much as it was scaring her. They let me stay the night, which was good because about 10:30 that night a doctor came in wanting to do an amniocentesis, to determine function of some of the baby's organs, (most important the lungs and the liver). She still didn't have enough fluid, (determined by ultrasound) to safely enter with a needle so they let us wait until morning.
The next morning, the third of the three doctors in the practice, did another ultrasound and was jelling her belly up as I hurriedly signed consent forms. Three minutes later, he was heading out with a vile full of fluid and mumbled something about 2-8 hours. And so we waited. Around 11:30 am, our OB doc came in and asked if we wanted to see our baby. She explained that the results of the amnio said the organ functions of the boy were all in the 90%, he was ~6 lbs so there was no reason to wait the additional month. There was a few things she still needed to do but more or less, it was go time. She called her mother, which is still two weeks away from getting her visa, to tell her she was about to be a grand mother again.
After prepping and prepping we began giving her medicine at 2 pm. After about 6 relatively light, (realize this is coming from a guy), contractions, we called in the gas-passer for the epidural about 3. She had moved from 3-4 cm to a straight 4. Once the epidural kicked in, they increased the contraction medication and then the fun began. All the time, the boy was punching his way out, kicking for all he's worth. By 4 pm, she had progressed to ~7 cm and was having contractions that were between 8 and 9, (out of 10) and was taking a nap thru them, (life made better by chemistry). By 5 she was complete and the baby had progressed from -2 to +1 in the birth canal, (for the laymen, he was sliding down toward the light), and it was time for Lukpad to push. We did six sets of three to four really good pushes and the doctor told her to stop. She looked at me with panic and I told her the doctor was cleaning out our son's mouth. Within two seconds, he let out a fierce scream and took his first breath. He came the rest of the way out and went over to the french-fry warmer. He was born at 5:49 pm, 17 August, (ironically, exactly 23 years to the day after I arrived at Lackland to enter military service). He is 5 lbs 11 oz, just short of 19" and is very strong and in good health. Mama and baby were in the hospital and doing well. Here he is.
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