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The eagle has landed.
Time for a wild, post-adrenaline dump story...
Around 11, her labor switched from prodromal to active REALLY damn quick. Got our 4 year-old in the car w/ grandma and grandpa and we started booking to the hospital around 11:30...
We did not make it.
A few miles down the road, she let me know that I needed to stop right the fuck now. And so stop we did at the tiniest suburban ER in the universe.
Incidentally, tonight I learned that minivans are capable of breaking the sound barrier and also that they can, when the need arises, take a turn on 2 wheels.
Anywho, we pulled up to the ER (i.e. glorified MedExpress) and ruined e'erybody's Friday night. Life Flight joined us in the ER to transport her through rest of the way to the hospital, but they were a smidge late.
The bebbe was making his grand appearance. So there, in the dimly lit ER surrounded by some ER nurses, a couple guys in flight suits, and one pretty overwhelmed doctor, my wife gave birth to our second little boy.
Drug free.
Drug free.
At that point, Life Flight took her to the real hospital in their helicopter and the real hospital sent a special ambulance for tiny babies to take my son. I then took the longest 30 minute drive of my life.
When I got here the docs were in the middle of repairing what they called "extensive damage". They decided they'd need to put her under to do it right. So they just wheeled her out to surgery and left me here to worry and tweet helplessly.
She's going to be fine. The baby is in the nursery. He's great. Strong. A little confused. He had his umbilical cord around his neck when he was born but it didn't seem to cause any problems.
So if I could get some prayers for my wife, I'd greatly appreciate it. It's been a rough evening.
But ultimately one that brought us our second little boy. So lots of exhausted, painful, scared joy.
Oh, btw, pics are forthcoming. The missus wanted to show her mom first.
