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I has a babby!

See video for title reference, or for a good laugh.

Well, it’s finally time to kick off the soon-to-come posts about our new bundle of joy, Carter. What better way to start it off than to tell my story about his story.

On Tuesday September 7th we called the hospital at 4:30 am to see if they had enough rooms available to take us in at 5:30 (this was what we were told to do).  Lucky for me they needed some extra time due to a few extra drop-ins they didn’t expect. So we were told to come in an hour later. Yay!  Extra sleep!

Zzz…zzz…zzz…

So we arrived at the hospital and were quickly ushered into our room with all of our luggage in hand. Em suggested leaving some in the van and me going down to puck it up later, but I’m too lazy stubborn smart for that.

The rest is a bunch of details I can’t really recall. Basically she went from 1cm dilated to 8cm dilated from 8am to 9pm.

From that point on it was like watching a Medical TV Drama.  Suddenly nurses and doctors appeared from doors I didn’t know existed.  Emiley was perfectly calm, but she had meds pumping into her!  Where was my medicine!?!?!  I kept hearing talk of me needing to wear a “suit” but I wasn’t told whether I needed to get it (perhaps it was behind one of those hidden doors?) or if someone was bringing it to me.  Finally a nurse walks in and hands me my hazmat jumper and breathing mask.  So I step into the bathroom and then contemplate, “I put this on OVER my clothes right?  I don’t get undressed and then…” (at that point I realized that I was an idiot and that the jumper was VERY see through).

So, moving on…

They take us to the surgery room and they tell me to sit in a chair outside the room and wait until they’re ready for me.  This whole time 2 things are going through my head.  1. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.  Is this really happening?” and 2. “THIS IS JUST LIKE IN THE TV SHOWS!!!”.  Seriously… the way the surgeons washed their hands at that HUGE sink, shake them off, and then back into the room holding their arms up and away from their bodies… just like a TV show.

Anyways…

So at this point I’m a nervous wreck.  The whole “TV Show” comparison subsided and I realized that it WAS really happening!  I tried to tell myself that women have C-Sections all the time, but that didn’t really help.  This was the same feeling I had before our wedding started, I just wanted to know if Em was ok.  (The wedding was easier though, I just asked Jared how she was right before we walked out… I didn’t have anyone with me this time!).  But all of the sudden, amongst the countless number of nurses and doctors talking in the room I make out one discernible conversation.

“Are you okay sweetie?”

“Yeah”  (Emiley said in a super cute, positive voice)

Finally!  My nerves went away!  The problem now was that my nose started running and I couldn’t do anything about it because of the stupid mask!

So they finally call me into the room.  Once again my mind went right back to “It’s like a TV Show!!!” and then I saw Emiley laying on the table with her arms stretched out (it actually made me chuckle… it was like she was being crucified… not that that’s something to chuckle at, it was just funny at the time).  So they showed me to my chair right next to Emiley who immediately hears me sniffling and reassures me that it’s going to be okay.   So I sat next to her as she shook like crazy! (both from the amount of meds she was on and the fact that it was FREEZING in there!) and in no time we had a baby!

He didn’t come out crying so they immediately took him to the little table and started cleaning him up and in a matter of seconds we heard our little boy cry for the first time.  Once they got him mostly cleaned up they called me over to take pictures.

Once I got a few good shots I took the camera back over to Emiley so she could see him (her vision was blocked by the sheet in front of her face).

Then they weighed him, wrapped him up and brought him over to me to hold for the remainder of the surgery.  He was so quiet and still.  Eyes wide open looking around at everything.  It was amazing.

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Olly Olly Oxen Free!!!

That’s what we say to Carter… because we’re SO ready for him to get here! When we narrate him he says it though it say, “Lolli Lolli Pops ‘n Free!”.  He doesn’t quite understand it.  Come to think of it… neither do I.

[pardon me as I preform a Google search]

Not only do I know now the correct spelling of it, I know where it comes from and all of it’s variants.  I’ll have to add “Lolli Lolli Pops ‘n Free” to it one day.

Any ways… I told my wife the other day, “This whole ‘you being pregnant’ thing isn’t cute anymore.  I’m ready for my boy to be here!”.  Lucky for me she took it how I meant it and didn’t send a fist flying.  We have 17 days until his due date (according to the countdown I have on my phone’s home screen) and he can’t come soon enough!  That’s 17 (or less… PLEASE not more) days until I have LOTS of stuff to blog about!  I’m so excited that I get to blog about play with him!

Radio Pirates… ARRRRrrrrr!!!

Dumbest Song Ever (next to I Got A Feeling)

Watch for the keyboardists… the harmonies KILL me!

I Am No Longer A Marching Band Virgin

This week I worked with the “pit” or “front ensemble” (both terms I had never heard before) for the Sandlewood Marching Saints (GO SAINTS! …I guess). This meant that I “worked” 12 hour days for 6 days straight!

It was quite eye-opening. Here a few of my observations from the past week.

1. Why do they count off “5, 6, 5, 6, 7, 8” if the song is in 4/4?!?!? I understand it has to do with the marching, but they do it even when they’re sitting in the band room! It took me a while to get used to counting off my group like this… if I did “1, 2, 3, 4” it threw them off.

2. I had no clue what a drum-major did! They take away half of the directors responsibility! I’m not saying that’s a bad thing either. I could also imagine how they can either be the most hated person in the band, or everyone’s favorite arm-waver!

3. High-schoolers. Do. Not. Listen. To. Anything. (I already knew this, but I was thoroughly reminded of it this week.)
“You only play cymbals on this song.”
“Just use 1 stick, not 2.”
“Stand here.”
“No, HERE!”
“Yeah, sure… that’s close enough.”
“Why are you talking when you should be playing?”
“Why are you playing when I’m talking to you”
“You only play cymbals on this song!”
“Stop dancing when you play!”
“ONLY USE 1 STICK!”
“You’re not in the drum-line, don’t twirl your sticks.”
“YOU ONLY PLAY CYMBALS ON THIS SONG! DO NOT PLAY ANYTHING ELSE!!!!!”

5. High-schoolers (who have been out marching) smell. My goodness, it was like walking into an Awana room during game time! (Seriously, if you’ve never walked into an Awana game room consider yourself truly blessed of God) My nose quickly adjusted after day 1 though.

Huh Tuh Tuh Puh!

Woohoo!  I found the video!

This is the one I’m referring to in the audio post.

Here’s another one.

Digital Conversion Update PSA – Watch more Funny Videos

These video’s are EXTREMELY hard to find because Fox has removed them from most places.  So watch it while it’s hot folks!