When it comes to delivering babies, Rachel can get them out fast! Isaac came within 6 hours, and Reese came within 4 hours. So we're thinking, the moment there are contractions, we're loading up and heading to the hospital... no if, ands, or buts!
Rachel's due date was January 30th, according to the doctor. Her own calculations said the baby should be here Feb. 5th. Sure enough, January 3th rolled around and Rachel started to have contractions. Excited as all get out... we get our instructors lined up for that day and head to the hospital- just to be told that we need to go home and wait for contractions to pick up again. The nurses said, "you're close... I wouldn't be surprised to see you later tonight."
Well, nothing happened later that night, nor the next night... or the one after that. Really, we just wanted to avoid Groundhog's Day. You know... the whole mole being scared by it's shadow and going back inside for 6 more weeks thing.
We escaped Groundhog's Day and the contractions began again, this time at 1 am Sunday. This was it!!! So we thought... Really, it was the same thing as before. As soon as we got to the hospital room, all contractions subsided. We head home, again, but this time with clear instructions to come back only when contractions are 4 minutes apart and stronger.
Okay, a few hours later, the contractions are stronger, but they're definately more than 4 minutes apart. Following the clear instructions, we go about our day. I met with instructors, I head out to Eagle to teach an after school program at Eagle Hills when I got the call that I better come home. No need to worry though... contractions are still erratic.
It's about 4:45 pm, and Rachel is at home, in our downstairs bathroom having pretty strong contractions. I'm halfway down Eagle Rd. talking to Rachel on the cell phone when we're in the middle of determining whether this is the real labor or not. Suddenly, I'm no longer talking to Rachel, but rather her mother. She promptly told me that they're going to load her up right now and take her to the hospital and to meet them at St. Al's.
There I was, on Eagle Rd. in rush hour traffic, at least 30 minutes away (technically the illegal lane changes I made and the speed I was going- 20 minutes). I'm literally helpless. So, I did what any calm father would do, I called 911.
911 Dispatcher: 911, please state your emergency.
Me: Yes, hello. My wife is going into labor...
911 Dispatcher: Let me transfer you to paramedics
Paramedics: Paramedics, what is your emergency.
Me [frantic]: My wife is going into labor. She is with my mother-in-law who is driving her to the hospital.
Paramedics: Are you with them now?
Me: No, I just got off the phone with my mother-in-law and she is getting her in the car and I'm worried they'll need an escort to the hospital or possibly an ambulance to meet them halfway.
Paramedics: Okay... I'm not sure how we can help at this point. Is there anyway we can get in contact with your mother-in-law so we can guide her through this process should anything happen on the way to the hospital?
Me [frantic again]: No, because I don't have her cell phone number. I do know the route they're taking to the hospital, though.
Paramedics: Okay... Actually... we just received a 911 call from 2618 Shoshone. Does that happen to be your address?
Me [hysterical]: Yes, yes! Oh crap!
Paramedics: We've got units on the way already. It looks like they weren't able to get loaded up.
Me: Okay.
Paramedics: You can help us. How old is your wife?
Me: 29
Paramedics: Were there any complications with this pregnancy?
Me: No
Paramedics: Is this her first child?
Me: No, third.
The questions went on and I finally made it to the freeway. I felt like a caged cheetah being released into the wild the moment I hit that open interstate. I remember being thankful for the fact I was going inbound when the 5 o'clock traffic was literally stopped bumper to bumper going outbound. I was thankful for many things at this moment. I was thankful that we had wonderful neighbors that were helping watching over Isaac and Reese upstairs. I was thankful for my sister who sent my brother-in-law up to the house because he was only a few minutes away (I beat him there from Eagle). I was thankful for Bob, Mr. Walton, Mrs. Krake, Mr. Dinko, Kendal, Mr. Gus, Jill and Wendy who kept the academy open and running smoothly in my absence.
The sand on the road didn't help as I rounded the turn onto Shoshone. I could see the firetruck and the ambulance parked out front. The medics and firemen also saw me as I came fishtailing around the corner. As I zoomed up, they all had dirty looks telling me to slow down. "I'M THE FATHER!!!" "Oooooh!", they said. They proceeded to tell me that mom is okay and...
IT'S A GIRL!
Luckily, I got there when I did. 10 seconds later and I would have missed the ambulance ride to the hospital. I got the rest of the story in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Evidently, Rachel never left the bathroom, but rather found a cozy spot right on the floor. It's your typical downstairs bathroom with limited space. Although, we found out, it's capable of holding a laboring mother, a mother-in-law, 2 firemen, and 1 medic in the doorway.
The fire department was the first to arrive. Zach, a young fire fighter who has never delivered a baby, came in as our baby girl was crowning. At that point, the paramedics arrived and coached Zach through the rest of the process. It was a perfect birth!
Nonetheless, the experience was absolutely priceless. Even more priceless were the looks on everyone's faces as we made our way from the ambulance to the delivery room. It was Rachel on a gurny, our baby girl on her chest, and her entourage of paramedics, firefighters, and some guy in "Karate suit." Let me tell you... our baby girl created quite an entrance (pun intended).
Baby Girl (we have plenty of boy names picked out since we were certain that's what we were having)
Weight: 7 lbs 1 ounce
Height: 19 Inches
And, healthy!
Rachel's due date was January 30th, according to the doctor. Her own calculations said the baby should be here Feb. 5th. Sure enough, January 3th rolled around and Rachel started to have contractions. Excited as all get out... we get our instructors lined up for that day and head to the hospital- just to be told that we need to go home and wait for contractions to pick up again. The nurses said, "you're close... I wouldn't be surprised to see you later tonight."
Well, nothing happened later that night, nor the next night... or the one after that. Really, we just wanted to avoid Groundhog's Day. You know... the whole mole being scared by it's shadow and going back inside for 6 more weeks thing.
We escaped Groundhog's Day and the contractions began again, this time at 1 am Sunday. This was it!!! So we thought... Really, it was the same thing as before. As soon as we got to the hospital room, all contractions subsided. We head home, again, but this time with clear instructions to come back only when contractions are 4 minutes apart and stronger.
Okay, a few hours later, the contractions are stronger, but they're definately more than 4 minutes apart. Following the clear instructions, we go about our day. I met with instructors, I head out to Eagle to teach an after school program at Eagle Hills when I got the call that I better come home. No need to worry though... contractions are still erratic.
It's about 4:45 pm, and Rachel is at home, in our downstairs bathroom having pretty strong contractions. I'm halfway down Eagle Rd. talking to Rachel on the cell phone when we're in the middle of determining whether this is the real labor or not. Suddenly, I'm no longer talking to Rachel, but rather her mother. She promptly told me that they're going to load her up right now and take her to the hospital and to meet them at St. Al's.
There I was, on Eagle Rd. in rush hour traffic, at least 30 minutes away (technically the illegal lane changes I made and the speed I was going- 20 minutes). I'm literally helpless. So, I did what any calm father would do, I called 911.
911 Dispatcher: 911, please state your emergency.
Me: Yes, hello. My wife is going into labor...
911 Dispatcher: Let me transfer you to paramedics
Paramedics: Paramedics, what is your emergency.
Me [frantic]: My wife is going into labor. She is with my mother-in-law who is driving her to the hospital.
Paramedics: Are you with them now?
Me: No, I just got off the phone with my mother-in-law and she is getting her in the car and I'm worried they'll need an escort to the hospital or possibly an ambulance to meet them halfway.
Paramedics: Okay... I'm not sure how we can help at this point. Is there anyway we can get in contact with your mother-in-law so we can guide her through this process should anything happen on the way to the hospital?
Me [frantic again]: No, because I don't have her cell phone number. I do know the route they're taking to the hospital, though.
Paramedics: Okay... Actually... we just received a 911 call from 2618 Shoshone. Does that happen to be your address?
Me [hysterical]: Yes, yes! Oh crap!
Paramedics: We've got units on the way already. It looks like they weren't able to get loaded up.
Me: Okay.
Paramedics: You can help us. How old is your wife?
Me: 29
Paramedics: Were there any complications with this pregnancy?
Me: No
Paramedics: Is this her first child?
Me: No, third.
The questions went on and I finally made it to the freeway. I felt like a caged cheetah being released into the wild the moment I hit that open interstate. I remember being thankful for the fact I was going inbound when the 5 o'clock traffic was literally stopped bumper to bumper going outbound. I was thankful for many things at this moment. I was thankful that we had wonderful neighbors that were helping watching over Isaac and Reese upstairs. I was thankful for my sister who sent my brother-in-law up to the house because he was only a few minutes away (I beat him there from Eagle). I was thankful for Bob, Mr. Walton, Mrs. Krake, Mr. Dinko, Kendal, Mr. Gus, Jill and Wendy who kept the academy open and running smoothly in my absence.
The sand on the road didn't help as I rounded the turn onto Shoshone. I could see the firetruck and the ambulance parked out front. The medics and firemen also saw me as I came fishtailing around the corner. As I zoomed up, they all had dirty looks telling me to slow down. "I'M THE FATHER!!!" "Oooooh!", they said. They proceeded to tell me that mom is okay and...
IT'S A GIRL!
Luckily, I got there when I did. 10 seconds later and I would have missed the ambulance ride to the hospital. I got the rest of the story in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Evidently, Rachel never left the bathroom, but rather found a cozy spot right on the floor. It's your typical downstairs bathroom with limited space. Although, we found out, it's capable of holding a laboring mother, a mother-in-law, 2 firemen, and 1 medic in the doorway.
The fire department was the first to arrive. Zach, a young fire fighter who has never delivered a baby, came in as our baby girl was crowning. At that point, the paramedics arrived and coached Zach through the rest of the process. It was a perfect birth!
Nonetheless, the experience was absolutely priceless. Even more priceless were the looks on everyone's faces as we made our way from the ambulance to the delivery room. It was Rachel on a gurny, our baby girl on her chest, and her entourage of paramedics, firefighters, and some guy in "Karate suit." Let me tell you... our baby girl created quite an entrance (pun intended).
Baby Girl (we have plenty of boy names picked out since we were certain that's what we were having)
Weight: 7 lbs 1 ounce
Height: 19 Inches
And, healthy!
Respectfully,
Duncan Richardson
Duncan Richardson
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Congratulations from the whole Cuslidge clan! Man, am I grateful my deliveries were not as eventful as yours!
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