the howie

I thought I should write about the birthday. But haven’t really had time to sit in front of my puter and type it out. But now i have time, Oscar is asleep and Jenny is in Westfield.

It all began at 1am on tuesday morning last week. Jenny was starting of have some frequent contractions. At 9:45am we headed to the SAN for what was hopefuly the last appointment with the Doc. By this time the contractions where strong and regular. It turned out Jenny was in early labour and we where admitted into the hospital at 10am.

The next 11 hours where spent rubbing jenn’y back and holding her hand and passing her water. I found this easiset to do standing up. I had a can of coke and a few jatz biscuits throughout the time but thats all.

At about 11pm I started feeling really really hot and broke out into an intense sweat. My head was all whoozy. the doctor quickly got me over to the couch and put my feet up on the wall. The midwife ran off to get some orange juic, meanwhile Jenny was contracting away up on her bed.

While the midwife was off getting sugar for me the Doctor took my pulse and patted my head with a wet towel. I was very close to passing out. Diagnosed with exhaustionI spent the next 30 mins laying on the couch with my legs in the air.at 11:30pm it was time for Jenny to be wheeled off to the operating theatre as Oscar wasn’t engaging properly. They got me up and said “just follow jenny in the bed’. The man pushing jenn’y bed was some kind of olympic power walker and the thater seemed to be somewhere just outsideof Bourke. I got to the theatre and was close to passing out again. So on to the operating theatre floor I went, my fee up on an office chair. By this tage I was decked out in all the fance surgery clothes laying on the flor of an operating theatre with machinces and lights and jenny somewhere over there getting cut open.

I heard them pulling Oscar out of wife but due to my state visual contact was not made until one of the theatre hands pulled me to my feet to see my boy. She took a quick photo then it was straight back to the floor. Eventually a man with a wheelchair appeared in front of me to take me back to the room with the baby while they stapled jenny back together. The wheelchair man was cool he stopped off at some staff fridge and hooked me up with a lemonaide ice block.

So I didn’t get to see the birth, or be a supportive husband in the end. I have never almost fainted before, its a weird feeling.  I was told to go home and not come back for a while the next day and I was so exhausted, they suggested a 12 hour sleep. I went home and managed about an hour of sleep!

It’s quite funny really, at one point having more staff looking after me than the contracting mother to be.

It seems news spread around the staff of my antics because a few of them mentioned it in the last few days.

A good story to tell Oscar when he is Older.