Today has truly been a day of, well, annoyances. After getting everything ready, the car packed, and driving ourselves to the hospital for the delivery of Little Baby Acuff, we have had nothing but frustration after frustration.
12pm: Check in...no hellos, no how ya doin', just "You'll be in Triage Room 1..." Thanks for the warm welcome.
12:15pm: nurse arrives. She is very nice and extremely helpful. Starts Tammie's prep; lots of needles, razors, goo, and machines (I am terrified beyond belief!)
1pm: listening to the heartbeat and the different bells and beeps in the room. Over and over I think to myself (and sometimes outloud), "Does anyone else feel like we are in a submarine?"
1:15pm: the nurse rattles off question after question for Tammie to answer. Everything from what she did last night and this morning, what medication she is, was, and will be on in the future, any disease or proceedure that has even been slightly suggested. I've learned more about Tammie than I think a husband should know (and I don't think Tammie answered them all truthfully...I mean the one about "any mental or phsycological conditions?" Come on...)
2pm: lets get this show on the road. WAIT! "Oh, we're sorry. Dr. Shashoua is in emergency surgery. You'll have to wait. It should only be delayed about 30 minutes."
2:30pm: lets get this show on the road. WAIT! "Oh, we're sorry. It is going to be delayed until 5pm. Sorry." Not to mention that our wonderful and friendly nurse will be leaving soon. Shift change...great...
3-5pm: no nurse, no doctor, and did I mention no food for Tammie since 5am this morning? (Someone is getting a bit testy...)
5pm: lets get this show...on the road! Still...no...doctor...
5:20pm: while sitting in the waiting room with my and Tammie's dads, my mom comes out from Tammie's room. "The doctor's here. They are looking for a nurse to get things going."
5:25pm: LETS GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD! wait... More pregnant women have just come in to the hospital in labor. Doctor says it'll be another hour...
6:11pm: still waiting...
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Grab the Carving Set, It's Time to Slice
Well, for all of you who DON'T know, tomorrow is the big day. And how do I know? Why we scheduled it, of course.
Apparently from one doctor's visit to the next, Tammie has not been progressing as expected (she has always been a procrastinator...). So the doctor (sha-sha-Shashoua) thought that it might be wise to discuss the birth of a caesar. Oops! I meant a C-section... The doctor is worried that Bailey may be big (over 9 lbs) and he does not want to ''torture" Tammie any more than normal (I don't know why...I torture her all the time...).
So tomorrow around 2 o'clock, Tammie and I (mainly Tammie...they BETTER NOT come at me with any knives!) will head into the operating room to usher in a new direction in our lives...PARENTHOOD! (good god, what were we thinking?)
I'm sure that we are not the only couple to ever face this feeling (at least I hope not), but Tammie and I find ourselves struck by the realization, "By this time tomorrow we are going to be parents. What were we thinking?" While we are extremely excited and proud at this soon to be life-changing experience, we are at the same time overwhelmed and just a bit terrified. We know that these feelings of uncertainty will fly from our hearts and minds the moment that we set eyes upon our newest addition to this ever-growing and loving family of ours, but until that time, the feelings of nervousness are ever present.
Tammie and I can never express how much we appreciate all of the well wishes and support that everyone has given to us. We know that no matter what may come, we have had some of the greatest role models in our lives. Thank you, everyone! We can't wait to introduce you to our daughter, Bailey!
Apparently from one doctor's visit to the next, Tammie has not been progressing as expected (she has always been a procrastinator...). So the doctor (sha-sha-Shashoua) thought that it might be wise to discuss the birth of a caesar. Oops! I meant a C-section... The doctor is worried that Bailey may be big (over 9 lbs) and he does not want to ''torture" Tammie any more than normal (I don't know why...I torture her all the time...).
So tomorrow around 2 o'clock, Tammie and I (mainly Tammie...they BETTER NOT come at me with any knives!) will head into the operating room to usher in a new direction in our lives...PARENTHOOD! (good god, what were we thinking?)
I'm sure that we are not the only couple to ever face this feeling (at least I hope not), but Tammie and I find ourselves struck by the realization, "By this time tomorrow we are going to be parents. What were we thinking?" While we are extremely excited and proud at this soon to be life-changing experience, we are at the same time overwhelmed and just a bit terrified. We know that these feelings of uncertainty will fly from our hearts and minds the moment that we set eyes upon our newest addition to this ever-growing and loving family of ours, but until that time, the feelings of nervousness are ever present.
Tammie and I can never express how much we appreciate all of the well wishes and support that everyone has given to us. We know that no matter what may come, we have had some of the greatest role models in our lives. Thank you, everyone! We can't wait to introduce you to our daughter, Bailey!
Saturday, February 2, 2008
We're ALL Big Losers
No baby yet (heck, not even a contraction to speak of) which means that everyone participating in the "baby pool" is a LOSER! Well, except for Tammie of coarse. She is still expecting her original due date of Feb. 6th, but who knows. I mean, really. We are basing everything on a baby who can't even speak, let alone make decisions on her own. What is this world coming too?!
Doctor's visit this past Thursday. Everything is fine, but according to the doctor the baby is getting big. Just how big, no one really knows, but truth be told she can only get so big before we have to look into "other" options (usually involving lots of screaming, mostly at me but occasionally at the doctor, pain, and trauma on a scale I pray as a man I never have to go through). Yes, the term C-section was batted around, but the doctor wants to wait a little longer before we decide to take that route.
We head back to the doctor again on Monday, hopefully to find out more information, but what is there to really find out. Once again we are at the whim of an unborn baby who (if you ask me) is already showing that she is a handful. Tammie says that I'm impatient (and she's probably right...usually is) and keeps reminding me that the actual due date is not until this coming Wednesday. Well, we will just have to see what happens...
Ooo...quick thought! Looking at the blog title, if you think about it, Tammie will (even if she wins the pool) be the biggest loser of all! Eight-and-a-half POUNDS of losing, according to the doctor. Hahahaha!!!
Doctor's visit this past Thursday. Everything is fine, but according to the doctor the baby is getting big. Just how big, no one really knows, but truth be told she can only get so big before we have to look into "other" options (usually involving lots of screaming, mostly at me but occasionally at the doctor, pain, and trauma on a scale I pray as a man I never have to go through). Yes, the term C-section was batted around, but the doctor wants to wait a little longer before we decide to take that route.
We head back to the doctor again on Monday, hopefully to find out more information, but what is there to really find out. Once again we are at the whim of an unborn baby who (if you ask me) is already showing that she is a handful. Tammie says that I'm impatient (and she's probably right...usually is) and keeps reminding me that the actual due date is not until this coming Wednesday. Well, we will just have to see what happens...
Ooo...quick thought! Looking at the blog title, if you think about it, Tammie will (even if she wins the pool) be the biggest loser of all! Eight-and-a-half POUNDS of losing, according to the doctor. Hahahaha!!!
Friday, January 25, 2008
And the Results are...
NADA!
Well, not completely nada, but close enough to call it that. At our last doctor's visit a week ago yesterday, there were two conclusions made:
1. (and probably most important for me) the ultra-sound that afternoon confirmed that, yes, we are expecting a little girl (YEAH...I don't have to repaint the room!!!); and
2. we could probably expect to see said little girl within the week.
Doctor (sha-sha) Shashoua (see post "sha-sha-Shashoua" on 11\15 to get that joke) even made the comment when leaving, "Well, I'll see you next Thursday unless I see you in the delivery room before that." Oh the pack of lies this man tells...
First off, we didn't see him this Thursday (apparently surgery is more important than our appointment) and, low-and-behold, NO BABY! Please don't get me wrong, I'm not chewing at the bit, calling Tammie every 15 minutes to check and see if she is having contractions yet. But come on! I've got this room (nursery, not house mind you) set up, painted and ready to go. So just when do I get to use it?
I guess when LittleBabyAcuff decides to make an appearance. So everyone, including Tammie and me, will just have to be patient until that time. (But I will offer a little hint to everyone...Tammie loves it whenever you call her and before saying "hello" ask, "Are you in labor yet?" I do it all the time!!!)
The last bit of news concerning the upcoming arrival of LittleBabyAcuff is this...some in my family (Billy) love to stir the pot and get everyone worked up. So in his wisdom he has started a "When Will the Baby Be Born" pool. Anyone can get into the action with a $5 buy-in and a date from either 12am-12pm, or 12pm-12am (henceforth know as pm-am or am-pm. Yes, it was confusing to me a first, but I caught on fast...). Since this post is going out late, I'll even extend the offer for additional buy-ins for those of us (me and Bill) whose times have already lapsed for the discount rate of $2.50 (um, Bill...that's in addition to the $5 you've already put in...pay up!).
Once again, thank you to everyone for you thoughts and well wishes. It's harder to tell who is getting more impatient with no baby born yet: Tammie and me, our family, or my students who ask me EVERYDAY, "No baby yet?!" To which I kindly reply, "If the baby was born, do you really think I would be here?!"
Take care, everyone and email me with your "Baby to Be Born" pool picks. I'll make sure they are updated as I get them.
Brent 1/24 pm-am
Bill 1/25 pm-am
Billy 1/29 am-pm
Pam 1/30 am-pm
Tyf 1/31 pm-am
Tam 2/6 pm-am (it's funny how only Tammie thinks this will go all the way, huh?)
Well, not completely nada, but close enough to call it that. At our last doctor's visit a week ago yesterday, there were two conclusions made:
1. (and probably most important for me) the ultra-sound that afternoon confirmed that, yes, we are expecting a little girl (YEAH...I don't have to repaint the room!!!); and
2. we could probably expect to see said little girl within the week.
Doctor (sha-sha) Shashoua (see post "sha-sha-Shashoua" on 11\15 to get that joke) even made the comment when leaving, "Well, I'll see you next Thursday unless I see you in the delivery room before that." Oh the pack of lies this man tells...
First off, we didn't see him this Thursday (apparently surgery is more important than our appointment) and, low-and-behold, NO BABY! Please don't get me wrong, I'm not chewing at the bit, calling Tammie every 15 minutes to check and see if she is having contractions yet. But come on! I've got this room (nursery, not house mind you) set up, painted and ready to go. So just when do I get to use it?
I guess when LittleBabyAcuff decides to make an appearance. So everyone, including Tammie and me, will just have to be patient until that time. (But I will offer a little hint to everyone...Tammie loves it whenever you call her and before saying "hello" ask, "Are you in labor yet?" I do it all the time!!!)
The last bit of news concerning the upcoming arrival of LittleBabyAcuff is this...some in my family (Billy) love to stir the pot and get everyone worked up. So in his wisdom he has started a "When Will the Baby Be Born" pool. Anyone can get into the action with a $5 buy-in and a date from either 12am-12pm, or 12pm-12am (henceforth know as pm-am or am-pm. Yes, it was confusing to me a first, but I caught on fast...). Since this post is going out late, I'll even extend the offer for additional buy-ins for those of us (me and Bill) whose times have already lapsed for the discount rate of $2.50 (um, Bill...that's in addition to the $5 you've already put in...pay up!).
Once again, thank you to everyone for you thoughts and well wishes. It's harder to tell who is getting more impatient with no baby born yet: Tammie and me, our family, or my students who ask me EVERYDAY, "No baby yet?!" To which I kindly reply, "If the baby was born, do you really think I would be here?!"
Take care, everyone and email me with your "Baby to Be Born" pool picks. I'll make sure they are updated as I get them.
Brent 1/24 pm-am
Bill 1/25 pm-am
Billy 1/29 am-pm
Pam 1/30 am-pm
Tyf 1/31 pm-am
Tam 2/6 pm-am (it's funny how only Tammie thinks this will go all the way, huh?)
Friday, January 11, 2008
26 Days and Counting
We are down to the final stretch. Less than four weeks to go. The nursery only needs some touch ups on the paint (well, and the door hung back up. But really, does a newborn NEED a door?), we are taking our "Childbirth and Infant Care" class tomorrow, we have the camcorder in, new floors in the nursery, what else could we need?
Oh yeah...MORE TIME!!!
Everything that I've read about newborns is that they don't need much. Diapers, food, a place to sleep and clothes to keep them warm. Done!
But what about the parents? What do they (we) need when this new baby comes? I mean really, I don't know about many of you, but Tammie and I are complete and utter newbies to this. When do we feed her? How often does her diaper need changing? HOW DO YOU CHANGE A DIAPER?! (seriously, I've never changed a diaper before and I'm TERRIFIED about what I'm actually going to encounter during this...I'm a guy, give me a break.) What if she cries. Why is she crying? What do I do to get her to stop? What do I do to get MYSELF to stop?
People, help me here! I really have absolutely NO idea what I'm getting into or what to do about it...
this...is...scary...
Oh yeah...MORE TIME!!!
Everything that I've read about newborns is that they don't need much. Diapers, food, a place to sleep and clothes to keep them warm. Done!
But what about the parents? What do they (we) need when this new baby comes? I mean really, I don't know about many of you, but Tammie and I are complete and utter newbies to this. When do we feed her? How often does her diaper need changing? HOW DO YOU CHANGE A DIAPER?! (seriously, I've never changed a diaper before and I'm TERRIFIED about what I'm actually going to encounter during this...I'm a guy, give me a break.) What if she cries. Why is she crying? What do I do to get her to stop? What do I do to get MYSELF to stop?
People, help me here! I really have absolutely NO idea what I'm getting into or what to do about it...
this...is...scary...
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