First proper day of summer vacation. I slept late, went to the gym and ran my first full 5k since my post-Covid restart, and now I’m about to go eat a sandwich and play board games in the backyard with my uncle.
That’s how it’s done.
First proper day of summer vacation. I slept late, went to the gym and ran my first full 5k since my post-Covid restart, and now I’m about to go eat a sandwich and play board games in the backyard with my uncle.
That’s how it’s done.
Good for you. We missed by a week on all three rounds. Figured the first one is usually late, but we'll be ready the weekend before. We needed two. Next time, we thought we better be ready a full three weeks ahead. We needed four. And for the last round, five weeks ahead is surely enough, because six weeks early is getting into scary territory. And, indeed, it took the doctors about 6 hours to say, "Scary, but you're in the clear." Which, in turn, prompted me to finally go get that extra car seat.
Yes, the big question mark in the delivery room was whether our son (7 weeks early) would be breathing on his own or not. It was our first but the tension in the room with the staff was palpable and they were all happy - as were we - when he came out wailing on his own.
T-Bone was an ungodly shade of blue when we got all 10 lbs 10 ounces of him out. He had shoulder dystocia and the cord was wrapped around his neck. I understand why some women would prefer to stay away from hospitals when they give birth, but I am convinced T-Bone would not have survived a home birth and Paddies would have been iffy. When they checked me during labor with Paddies, the doctor said, "Hmm, that's not a head." He had his hand over his head (trying to crawl his way out is how we tease him about it now), they did a manipulation that, thankfully, worked but if it didn't work I would have had an emergency c-section. None of my deliveries were routine, although both Paddies and T-Bone were born on their exact due dates.
Pickup hoops again tonight.