96 hours and counting

Saturday, July 2, 11am. We had another rough one last night. Anna woke up around 2am, bleeding a little heavier than usual (some leakage is normal after the membrane ruptures, kind of a pale pink mixture of blood and cervical fluid - I hope you're not eating right now). Anyway, the doctor came in, performed an exam, and said, "Are you sure this baby's breeched, because I can feel the head." Of course, the subsequent ultrasound proved him wrong. "Oh, I guess he just has a really hard butt." Yeah, thanks guy. After getting our hopes up, he then proceeded to say the same thing all the other doctors have told us: the baby is probably coming any minute, and Anna shouldn't expect to hold out much longer. He left the room, probably thinking that he'd be performing surgery before the morning. Our nurse, Nicole, helped me clean Anna up and get her settled, then explained that when the time does come, there's going to be a frenzy of activity in the room, and that it was going to be pretty scary. She left, and Anna and I talked about how we'd deal with that moment. We were glad we'd been warned, and thankful that we had some time to mentally prepare. I climbed back into my bed and waited to hear Anna's breathing turn into a comforting snore. I fell asleep waiting.

Over the next several hours, I woke up to see Nicole helping Anna out of bed, adjusting the monitors on her belly, or taking her temperature. I watched, feeling kind of useless, but glad that someone compassionate and competent was there to help. Anna seemed reassured, so I stayed in bed and let Nicole do her job. Of course, I felt more than a little guilty this morning when I awoke well-rested, and Anna complained that she'd barely slept. Still, she says she feels better today, and she's already had breakfast and lunch, worked on embroidering a potholder, and is now reading a home remodeling magazine, trying to figure out how to inexpensively redesign our kitchen. Like I said, she's pretty amazing.

I also want to thank everyone who's sent flowers. They've turned this antiseptic hospital room into a sweet-smelling home-away-from-home. I especially want to thank Suzanne and the folks from Anna's office who brought up a huge box of cookies, popcorn, bottled water, and skincare products. I've turned one of the storage cabinets into a well-stocked pantry, and along with the coolers of food Anna's mom and my folks brought up, we've just about weaned her off of hospital food (which is actually worse than you'd think, if that's even possible). Even though they keep telling us that Frankie could be here any minute, we've decided to dig in for a nice, long stay, so your gifts and warm wishes are deeply appreciated.


Blogger swamp4me said...

Thinking of you.

I know one thing, Frankie has some loving parents -- that gives him an advantage right there.

12:29 PM  
Anonymous Marshall Gralnick said...

Hi guys, first I have heard...I missed you at the shower, but I have not forgotten you! Hang in there Anna. I wish I could be there, too. You have love and support from St. Louis. --Marshall Gralnick

1:51 PM  
Blogger MommaS said...


I've known you all your life, and am just now realizing how very special you are. You are being a wonderful husband, and I think that will just make you that much more special as a father. Times of trial force us to show the "real" person inside, and you are showing me just how patient, caring and compassionate you are. I'm proud of you both, and know that Frankie is loved by all of us here.


3:54 PM  
Anonymous ron greene said...

Dear All,

Big love from the land of purple rain,

Ron Z and Svetlana

6:39 PM  
Blogger BobDobbs said...

Many warm regards from the Mississippi Poultry Workers Center and Tuscaloosa, depending on what day it is. Looking forward to meeting the Frank-a-sonic.

10:04 AM  
Blogger dirtyweekender said...

Yes - I'm still available to babysit Frankie the night of Yo La Tengo. Strange how Frankie is already so much like his Mom - a go-getter who doesn't know what to do with all this downtime. Relax? Ok. How long do I have to relax? Another month?? You crazy.

7:51 AM  

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