August Baby Pt. 2: Words from The Father

What’s up everybody!! As you can tell by the title this is Erin’s husband/Kennedy’s father! Many of you who read this amazing blog already know me but for those of you who don’t I have a name. And that name is (dramatic pause) Anthony. So anti-climactic I know. Feel free to roll your eyes at this point I am a wee bit, a tad if you will, eccentric. But enough about me and more about Kennedy and how she came to be… Through my frames. 

Dear sweet Kennedy was born on Friday August 26th at 8:35 am. She was 7lbs 12 oz, which is freaking huge when you consider she was 3 WEEKS EARLY ๐Ÿ˜ฒyou might be thinking to yourself, “how nice that she was born on a Friday morning, Erin must’ve gone into labor late Thursday or early Friday.” To quote Lee Corso, “Not so fast my friend!” Had it unfolded that way it would’ve been perfect because of my work schedule. I won’t get into detail about what I do (if you really want to know just ask me playa) but I work over nights on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Again, baby was born Friday… Erin went into labor on Wednesday night ๐Ÿ˜ซ I was at work ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ซ There I was working away, side bar my route takes me out to Santa Barbara, so I’m only 200 miles from Temecula a quick saunter for a commercial jet ๐Ÿ™ƒ Anyway, there I was working away when right around 10:30 pm I get a phone call. “Hi wife, I say cheerfully, you going to bed?!” Not even thinking that it’s not the norm for her to call me in the middle of my shift at that hour. She said, in a nutshell “Husbie, my brother is on his way here, I think my water may have broke, I’m going to see what he thinks I should do. I’m not having contractions yet, but I don’t want to take any chances.” “Woah” I said. “This is exciting love, but just relax, you’re not having contractions yet so I have time to finish up, I’m already halfway done, unless you want me to come home now? How about this, call me when you know something from the hospital and we will decide from there.” We said our I love yous and that was that!! HOLY CRAP IM GONNA BE A DADDY. It may come as a surprise but all I have ever wanted is to be a good husband and a good father. I don’t know where it came from but it’s been my dream for as far back as I can remember. Sure I had hoop dreams but I always thought “I don’t care what I do, I just want to be a husband and a father!” The other half of that dream was finally coming true. 

I got another call from Erin around 11:30, again Wednesday night. She would be admitted and would not be going home. Still no contractions. We decided it would be okay for me to finish up and make the journey home from Santa Barbara. For reference I don’t normally get back to Temecula until around 6-7am… I got back to my depot at 4am… I was at Erin’s bedside at 4:07 ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ I wasn’t nervous, I was eager, eager to be a dad, eager to see my wife and eager to assist her in whatever way I could. 

It really sucks as a husband seeing your wife in pain and there is basically nothing you can do. I rubbed her feet, stroked her forehead and just sat near her, helpless. Thursday goes by. After hours of pitocin, some insert thing and some other medicine, nothing, no contractions, no dilation. KENNEDY WHAT ARE YOU DOING Please come out so daddy can finally hold you! Friday morning, we lookin n feeling a hot mess, especially my poor wife who had not eaten since Thursday morning and could not get out of bed for anything. Not to shower not to potty nada ๐Ÿ˜  HELP HER!!! I kept my cool for her but I wanted to shake every nurse and Doctor I saw because it killed me to see her so miserable. Right around 7:45-8 am Friday morning Dr. Jones                         ( DoctaJones, read like the Asian boy from Indiana Jones) walks in and says “nothing’s working, how bout a c-section?” Before she and my in-laws left the room I already made up my mind, YES!!! The wife agreed, c section it is. she did all she could and we didn’t  want to push (or not push ๐Ÿ˜) it anymore because if she got an infection, baby and I would be transported elsewhere and Erin would be leftbehind… Bump that doc, we want the cesarean! 

This is about the time I ascended into Dad mode. I was stoic, the wife needed me to be. I was ushered into the OR, about 15 minutes after her. She was nekket and numb. She puked, I normally have a weak stomach, not today! I grabbed a towel and was catching it. Baby is out, I’m weeping. I cut the cord and put her first diaper on. Erin was bed ridden for the next 24 hours. I got poop on my hand twice, didn’t even flinch! I was, and still am, dadding so hard! Kennedy has changed me!!

Since then we have laughed, cried, had moments of frustration and been so full of love and joy over our lil Kenny Bean. She is perfect, my wife it the toughest human on the planet and I get to be part of their lives. “Why am I so lucky?” I ask myself that everyday. I love my girls, and because of them I am complete. โค๏ธ

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August, Baby!

What a week! Most of you reading this already know the news,ย our baby has arrived! Kennedy Elizabeth was born exactly 3 weeks early on August 26th at 8:35 A.M. and she made us work for her arrival!

I had an interesting pregnancy to say the very least. It was uneventful other than the usual stuff such as heartburn, achy feet, swollen fingers and feet. That started to change at the end of June. I could tell something was off, that my body was working way harder than i thought it should be just to be pregnant. That’s when my doctor’s visits started to become more eventful. My blood pressure started to rise every week until finally at one of my visits my doctor said, “That’s enough of this, you need to go to the hospital to be monitored and you’re done working and on bed rest.” Uh…okay?! This was at 35 weeks, 5 weeks until my due date and I was freaking out! Off to the hospital I went and everything checked out normal. My doctor’s visits went from once every two weeks, to once a week, to twice a week…Anthony said one day as we walked in, “I feel like we freakin live here.” Yes…that’s exactly what it felt like!

I went to my appointment on Monday August 22nd and again, everything checked out fine. That whole bed rest thing was doing it’s job I suppose. Jump forward 2 days to Wednesday, and Anthony made a comment about me not looking well or not 100% myself. I just felt tired but that was about it. I had a friend over to hang out for a bit that evening and that’s it! At about 9:45 I was getting tired so I went to start rounding things up to go to bed when it happened. My water broke. It wasn’t a huge gush like everyone makes it sound like, more like 6 small ones that happened over the course of an hour. Of course Anthony was working this particular night after we jokingly said I wouldn’t go into labor on a night he worked. HA! Silly us…that kiddo of ours probably heard us say that and decided to throw us a curveball.

So who else does one call when they need something…if you know me you know this answer already. KEVIN! Luckily my brother was down the street at a restaurant so he was able to get to me quickly.

I had nothing ready. I thought I had at least 3 more weeks till she arrived so no hospital bag was packed, didn’t pre-register at the hospital, car seat bases weren’t installed, nothing. Oh well, not much I can do about it now!

We got to the hospital shortly before 11 P.M. and I got sent to labor and delivery triage. I knew I wasn’t going to be going home if my water broke so I was curious how things were going to go because on top of it, I didn’t have any contractions. Sure enough, water was confirmed broken and I was off to my little (it was actually HUGE) delivery room. Anthony knew where I was and luckily he was flying through his route so he wasn’t going to miss anything. My mom arrived shortly after I got into my room and my brother took off because he needed to sleep.

They started the pitocin and I thought sweet, I’ll have a baby by tomorrow! Insert another HA! The pitocin lasted all night, roughly 7 hours and it did nothing. I was onto the next induction method, cervidal. I won’t explain how that works, if you’re so inclined you can google it but don’t blame me for what you may read.ย Justย sayin’.ย The whole point of that medication was to start pitocin again and that labor would begin. Another 7 hours of that…no change. I was onto the last induction method. At this point this was my 3rd nurse of my hospital stay and I looked at her and asked before she got me the medicine, how much longer before we just do a c-section? She said the doctor wanted to try this medicine for at least 2 doses to see if it would work. I mentally was tired, physically was drained and I just laid there and thought to myself, just figure it out already.

I slept from 4 to about 6 that morning and I just wanted to shower. I had barely been allowed to leave my hospital bed and I needed to move around. My parents were both there and Anthony was too, it was shortly before 7 when my doctor and nurse walked in. I knew what was coming. My doctor said, “These medicines aren’t working, your water has been broken for 33 hours, 3 more hours and you’re at risk for an infection, if your baby has an infection, she will be transported and the two of you won’t be able to recover together, do you want to have a c-section…in 35 minutes?” 35 freaking minutes! AH! I looked at my mom and she knew I was in pain. Everyone left the room so Anthony and I could have a minute and I just looked at him and said I don’t think I could physically labor at this point anyway and I don’t want to risk her being in one place and me in another. Decision made, c-section it was.

I was shaking like a leaf because I’ve never had a major surgery, and this was a HUGE deal to me. I remember getting the pain meds and I went numb from the waist down which of course is terrifying! Anthony appeared next to me and I almost started to freak out, I was so, so nervous. They started the surgery and the next thing I know they dropped the top half of the drape to a clear drape so I could see them pull her out of my stomach and the doctor’s first words were, “Oh my gosh look at all of her hair!” This cute screaming little thing with a full head of brown hair was hoisted into the air and Anthony and I just lost it. This was one of the toughest parts for me, laying there while they stitched me back up and Anthony went to go take care of our daughter. He shouted her vitals to me and I could hear him talking to her. I was so anxious to have them bring her to me. Next thing I know I have a nurse placing a baby on my chest and she was so perfect. We stared at each other and she started sucking her thumb while she looked at me. I had 2 full hours of her just laying on me before Anthony took her. Our nurse was incredible and took so many photos of everything for us, it’s like I didn’t miss seeing anything.

I obviously wasn’t planning to have a c-section but in all honesty, in this situation I’m so glad that I did. The recovery was a bit much, like not getting out of bed for 24 hours, but I feel pretty good almost a week later!

Of course I wouldn’t post this without including pictures of this little one!

I want to give major kudos to my husband. He was absolutely incredible during this whole process. He so naturally starting “dadding” as soon as our Kennedy arrived and he had to do everything the first 24 hours with her since I wasn’t allowed to get out of bed. Thanks for being so amazing husband!

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Our first family photo ๐Ÿ™‚
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I was so relieved to have her with me and Anthony was so great and keeping me calm.
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Our second family photo!
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She spent a lot of time with mama the first couple of days.
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One of my absolute favorite photos from that day!
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This is my absolute favorite from delivery day. Anthony is a natural at being a dad.
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Going home outfit!