Jane’s birthday retrospective
I have a family blog, but wanted to share this here, because it’s a completely different audience, and because I’m literally beaming right now with happiness that my daughter, Jane, fought her way from a 2 lb 3 oz preemie to a really healthy, active little one year old.
I stopped by Trader Joe’s on the way home from our “28 Week Party” at the hospital to pick up something for dinner. Unfortunately, that “something” turned out to be the makings of a wickedly awesome Chicken Tikka Masala and whole bottle of Charles Shaw Savignon Blanc.
Cheap date, I know.
I was eating this heartburn-inducing Indian food and drinking wine while exchanging text messages from Rebecca in the hospital. We were both watching the Indians no-hit the Cardinals late into the game.
Then I got a phone call: Better hurry, there were contractions and they were getting serious.
I frantically packed a bag with all sorts of stuff I thought I’d need – our Canon DSLR, my iPhone charger, my laptop (why? I have no idea), a Baltimore Ravens cap, some toiletries and hauled ass out to St. John’s to meet Rebecca in her new downstairs room. Antipardem was so yesterday’s news at this point: we were back in Labor and Delivery.
Try as I might, I couldn’t beat Rebecca’s parents to the hospital. Odds are, though, they hadn’t been wrecking their stomachs on Indian and a whole bottle of wine. I digress.
I had the hardest time sleeping in a really uncomfortable chair in the L&D room. Nurses would come in and out, checking on Rebecca, looking at charts – the usual. No matter how bad I think I had it, poor Rebecca had it worse. Fighting contractions, just trying to keep Jane from making an early entrance into the world. Plus, she was doped up on a pretty odd cocktail of drugs.
At around 6am, we had some activity in the room, and were told that we’re likely having a baby today. Around 8am, we were told that we’d be at the top of the priority list for delivery. That was fast, right? I chronicled as much as I could on Twitter:
Pretty heavy stuff.
A bit closer, I kept people in the know. And then, before I knew it, I was a dad.
It’s been fun watching her grow. Here’s a spreadsheet I put together of her weight while in the hospital. This was over the span of a few months:
And here she is, today, totally demolishing a cupcake:
I don’t know about your browser of choice, but I’ve been firmly on the Safari bandwagon since Firefox started having performance issues (read: memory leaks). I played with the Chrome for Mac beta – and was pretty impressed with the speed and minimal Google-like interface – but wasn’t blown away with the complete package.
