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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The bed was transformed into the delivery style with my wife's legs spread just like you see in the movies. The doctor stepped out it was just me, my wife, and the nurse Marcy. With each contraction, the nurse told my wife she was going to push 3 times. After the first contraction, I could already see a black tuft of hair sticking out. I asked the nurse, "Is that...?" and she replied "Yes!". I couldn't believe it. Even more incredible, my wife so efficiently that after about 5 or 6 contractions, my baby's head was already a quarter of the way out and the nurse had to ask her to slow down until the doctor arrived!
In the middle of all us, the nurse told us that the Ali's mom wanted to come in which wasn't planned but Ali said sure.
The doctor arrived a few moments later, and when she saw how far my wife had progressed, her eyes almost popped out of her head. The Neonatal team was still not there so we still had to wait an other minute or so. Soon they arrived along with Ali's mom, and miraculously my wife pushed the baby out on the next contraction! I couldn't believe my eyes. The doctor held up the baby and I saw his little penis for the first time. I turned to my wife and we said in unison, "It's a boy!". I gave her a big kiss and my mother-in-law a big hug as the baby was swaddled for her to hold. I dashed for the camera to get a quick snapshot and then ran over to the warmer as he was brought over to get another one. Soon, they took our little package away to clean him up and do whatever else they do. I went outside to deliver the big news to our family waiting outside. Again, it felt like a movie. I went out to the waiting room and everyone turned to me expectantly and I proudly said "it's a boy!" again.
When I returned to the delivery room, it was not a pretty site. She had torn pretty badly and all I could see was blood dripping down from between her legs. I'm pretty surprised I did not faint to tell you the truth. But I just ran over to her side to make sure she was OK and I think luckily the epidural was still working. The doctors worked quickly to "make her 18 again" (her words, not mine!) and pretty soon she was all wrapped up and good to move down to the post partem ward. We thanked the good doctor and she left probably on to her next delivery.
In the middle of all us, the nurse told us that the Ali's mom wanted to come in which wasn't planned but Ali said sure.
The doctor arrived a few moments later, and when she saw how far my wife had progressed, her eyes almost popped out of her head. The Neonatal team was still not there so we still had to wait an other minute or so. Soon they arrived along with Ali's mom, and miraculously my wife pushed the baby out on the next contraction! I couldn't believe my eyes. The doctor held up the baby and I saw his little penis for the first time. I turned to my wife and we said in unison, "It's a boy!". I gave her a big kiss and my mother-in-law a big hug as the baby was swaddled for her to hold. I dashed for the camera to get a quick snapshot and then ran over to the warmer as he was brought over to get another one. Soon, they took our little package away to clean him up and do whatever else they do. I went outside to deliver the big news to our family waiting outside. Again, it felt like a movie. I went out to the waiting room and everyone turned to me expectantly and I proudly said "it's a boy!" again.
When I returned to the delivery room, it was not a pretty site. She had torn pretty badly and all I could see was blood dripping down from between her legs. I'm pretty surprised I did not faint to tell you the truth. But I just ran over to her side to make sure she was OK and I think luckily the epidural was still working. The doctors worked quickly to "make her 18 again" (her words, not mine!) and pretty soon she was all wrapped up and good to move down to the post partem ward. We thanked the good doctor and she left probably on to her next delivery.
Upstairs, it didn't take long for the contractions to get into full swing. By 11 AM, she was in full labor. They were coming 2-3 minutes apart and she was in a ton of pain. I rubbed her lower back on each one which helped mildly, but this was definitely it. By noon, she was dilated 5-6 cm at which point the anethesiologist came in to ask her if she wanted the epidural, which was obviously a no brainer.
She started to feel relief about a half hour later, but everything sort of stopped afterwards. Family came to visit and comfort her and we just held tight for the next 8 hours. We waited in baited anticipation and I just wanted it to happen now. I was closely watching the monitors over the last 3 days and over this time the baby's heart rate would drop every once and awhile. Generally, it was at 140 but every once and awhile it would go down to 100. The nurses would come in and ask her to change positions, flipping her from one side to the other to better position the baby. This scared us, but they reassured us this was part of the process.
Around 7 PM, the ward shifted and we were informed that Ali's obstetrician would be the doctor doing rounds then. When we saw her it was a great relief b/c even though all the other doctors were great, we really liked her and trusted her the most.
Around 8 PM we were tired of waiting and asked the nurse what time she thought we'd delivered. She said the text book answer was that the cervix would dilate 1 cm/hour so we may run into the next day. Some of our family members at the hospital had been there all day, so we thought it best that they perhaps they go home a get a few hours rest.
About a half hour later while we were saying our goodbyes, the doctor and nurse came in with some urgency. The baby's heart rate had dropped a few more times and the doctor thought something might be wrong and induction might be necessary. Her cervix measured to be fully dilated and the doctor declared it was go time!
She started to feel relief about a half hour later, but everything sort of stopped afterwards. Family came to visit and comfort her and we just held tight for the next 8 hours. We waited in baited anticipation and I just wanted it to happen now. I was closely watching the monitors over the last 3 days and over this time the baby's heart rate would drop every once and awhile. Generally, it was at 140 but every once and awhile it would go down to 100. The nurses would come in and ask her to change positions, flipping her from one side to the other to better position the baby. This scared us, but they reassured us this was part of the process.
Around 7 PM, the ward shifted and we were informed that Ali's obstetrician would be the doctor doing rounds then. When we saw her it was a great relief b/c even though all the other doctors were great, we really liked her and trusted her the most.
Around 8 PM we were tired of waiting and asked the nurse what time she thought we'd delivered. She said the text book answer was that the cervix would dilate 1 cm/hour so we may run into the next day. Some of our family members at the hospital had been there all day, so we thought it best that they perhaps they go home a get a few hours rest.
About a half hour later while we were saying our goodbyes, the doctor and nurse came in with some urgency. The baby's heart rate had dropped a few more times and the doctor thought something might be wrong and induction might be necessary. Her cervix measured to be fully dilated and the doctor declared it was go time!
At noon on day 3, the contractions had finally stopped and they moved us down to the anti-partem ward. They wanted to monitor her for another 24 hours, and all went well, they were going to let us go home. We were totally relieved that the baby would stay in the womb a little longer. The thought of a premature baby scared us, and even though Ali had a lot of severe heartburn and other nasty pregnancy symptoms and I have to admit a small part of me wanted to deliver the sooner rather than later (earlier I wanted either the "tax break" baby on 12/31 or the first New Year's baby). Still, Ali said she was feeling some "tightness" about every hour so I was nervous, but I reluctantly went home around 9 PM.
I got home, took a shower and changed and watched a bit of TV before going to bed around 11 PM. I tried to get as much sleep as possible, but at 6 AM my phone beeped with a text and I woke up instantly. The text read, "I'm starting to have cramps again. I'm not sure it's the same but they are coming at intervals. Are you going to come back in fairly soon?". I wrote back "I'm leaving now" and ran out the door.
By the time I got there, the contractions were getting closer together, probably about a half hour apart. I could tell they were getting stronger and by the time the doctor checked her cervix, she was only slightly more dilated, 1-2 cm, but they decided to bring her back upstairs. At this point, I knew the baby was coming.
I got home, took a shower and changed and watched a bit of TV before going to bed around 11 PM. I tried to get as much sleep as possible, but at 6 AM my phone beeped with a text and I woke up instantly. The text read, "I'm starting to have cramps again. I'm not sure it's the same but they are coming at intervals. Are you going to come back in fairly soon?". I wrote back "I'm leaving now" and ran out the door.
By the time I got there, the contractions were getting closer together, probably about a half hour apart. I could tell they were getting stronger and by the time the doctor checked her cervix, she was only slightly more dilated, 1-2 cm, but they decided to bring her back upstairs. At this point, I knew the baby was coming.
MGH was only a few minutes away, but every little bit of traffic stressed me out. They checked us in to the pre-delivery area of the the Blake 14 ward. While we were waiting for a room, we heard another expectant mother moaning loudly which freaked Ali out. She had to cover her ears and I eventually gave her my iPod to drown out the sound. The monitors still showed the Ali's contractions were still very small so we most likely could go home. However, when they finally checked her cervix, it was 100% effaced (thinned out) and the baby was at 0 station (right up against the cervix).
They eventually moved us to a large room with a great view of Cambridge and the Longfellow Bridge, not that we really cared about that at the time. Our nurse Judy looked like she was headed to a club, not ready to deliver a baby. She had a Caribbean accent, long black hair, and wore lots of make up. But she was a wealth of knowledge and funny stories and was great at helping us remain calm.
Because Ali was 34 weeks and 5 days into the pregnancy, they wanted to treat her with beta-methasone over 48 hours, a steroid used to stimulate lung development in premature babies. But to do this, they would have to also give her the "mag", magnesium sulfate, to suppress the contractions. Unfortunately, this drug had bad negative side effects like fever, nausea, and dizziness.
We were completely stunned at this point. We were moments away from going to Florida and now, if the Mag didn't take, this baby was coming out! We had barely prepared for the baby ( though we did have the car seat). Judy kept us pretty comfortable, telling us stories, and explaining what could happen.
The Mag took effect and Ali was feeling all the horrible symptoms. However, the contractions kept coming and she was definitely feeling a lot of discomfort. After an hour or so, Judy came back and turned on the baby warmer without saying anything to us! We were pretty stunned. Did she think the baby was coming soon? She later told us she just wanted to be prepared because anything can happen.
Fortunately, the contractions did start to subside later that evening. But Ali was feeling horrible from the magnesium. We both stayed the night which was not very comfortable. Ali's bed was rock hard and I slept in a lazy boy next to her bedside. Even though it was New Year's, we weren't even awake at midnight to even say Happy New Years.
Minutes went by like hours and by the morning, we were both in a sleep deprived haze. At noon, they gave her the 2nd shot of beta-methasone and all we could to do was wait another 24 hours. My mom and sister came and visited a few times and we spent a lot of time on the computer and phone, and watching bad movies on basic cable.
They eventually moved us to a large room with a great view of Cambridge and the Longfellow Bridge, not that we really cared about that at the time. Our nurse Judy looked like she was headed to a club, not ready to deliver a baby. She had a Caribbean accent, long black hair, and wore lots of make up. But she was a wealth of knowledge and funny stories and was great at helping us remain calm.
Because Ali was 34 weeks and 5 days into the pregnancy, they wanted to treat her with beta-methasone over 48 hours, a steroid used to stimulate lung development in premature babies. But to do this, they would have to also give her the "mag", magnesium sulfate, to suppress the contractions. Unfortunately, this drug had bad negative side effects like fever, nausea, and dizziness.
We were completely stunned at this point. We were moments away from going to Florida and now, if the Mag didn't take, this baby was coming out! We had barely prepared for the baby ( though we did have the car seat). Judy kept us pretty comfortable, telling us stories, and explaining what could happen.
The Mag took effect and Ali was feeling all the horrible symptoms. However, the contractions kept coming and she was definitely feeling a lot of discomfort. After an hour or so, Judy came back and turned on the baby warmer without saying anything to us! We were pretty stunned. Did she think the baby was coming soon? She later told us she just wanted to be prepared because anything can happen.
Fortunately, the contractions did start to subside later that evening. But Ali was feeling horrible from the magnesium. We both stayed the night which was not very comfortable. Ali's bed was rock hard and I slept in a lazy boy next to her bedside. Even though it was New Year's, we weren't even awake at midnight to even say Happy New Years.
Minutes went by like hours and by the morning, we were both in a sleep deprived haze. At noon, they gave her the 2nd shot of beta-methasone and all we could to do was wait another 24 hours. My mom and sister came and visited a few times and we spent a lot of time on the computer and phone, and watching bad movies on basic cable.
Thursday, January 06, 2011
It all started on New Year's Eve when we were scheduled to fly down to Florida to visit her parents. Actually, she had vomited the night before and visited the hospital just to get checked out before the flight since we were 6 weeks from her due date. At that time, they actually saw contractions on a non-stress test, but dismissed it as nothing to be concerned about since she didn't feel them.
But Friday morning at 5 AM as we were getting ready to leave for the airport, she wasn't really feeling 100% but we headed to the airport anyway. We were excited to get away one last time before the baby. The airport was a mob scene since there was a massive snowstorm the week before and I waited in a very long line to check in our bags. This is when it all really started to happen. I could see she was beginning to get distressed but was hoping it would subside. After finally checking in our bags, I met her at a Dunkin Donuts where she told me she thought she was having contractions. I was about 8:30 AM and our flight had been delayed until 9:50 AM, so we decided to have a cup of coffee and see what happened. After about a half hour, I could see that she was having pain at regular intervals and decided that I should get our bags and head to the hospital.
We parked at a long-term parking place called Preflight Parking which 10 minutes from the airport and had to take a shuttle there. As we boarded the shuttle, Ali's pain was getting stronger still and I asked the shuttle driver if we were headed straight to the parking lot because my wife was pregnant and wasn't feeling well. He said yes and we were on our way.
It was the longest 15 minute shuttle ride I've ever taken and even the shuttle driver was nervous, looking back at us constantly. He asked if we wanted him to call ahead to get emergency services, but Ali said no. When we finally arrived at our car, I was in panic mode. The nice guys at the parking place promised to refund our money (which they did), wished us luck, and sent us our on way.
But Friday morning at 5 AM as we were getting ready to leave for the airport, she wasn't really feeling 100% but we headed to the airport anyway. We were excited to get away one last time before the baby. The airport was a mob scene since there was a massive snowstorm the week before and I waited in a very long line to check in our bags. This is when it all really started to happen. I could see she was beginning to get distressed but was hoping it would subside. After finally checking in our bags, I met her at a Dunkin Donuts where she told me she thought she was having contractions. I was about 8:30 AM and our flight had been delayed until 9:50 AM, so we decided to have a cup of coffee and see what happened. After about a half hour, I could see that she was having pain at regular intervals and decided that I should get our bags and head to the hospital.
We parked at a long-term parking place called Preflight Parking which 10 minutes from the airport and had to take a shuttle there. As we boarded the shuttle, Ali's pain was getting stronger still and I asked the shuttle driver if we were headed straight to the parking lot because my wife was pregnant and wasn't feeling well. He said yes and we were on our way.
It was the longest 15 minute shuttle ride I've ever taken and even the shuttle driver was nervous, looking back at us constantly. He asked if we wanted him to call ahead to get emergency services, but Ali said no. When we finally arrived at our car, I was in panic mode. The nice guys at the parking place promised to refund our money (which they did), wished us luck, and sent us our on way.
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Tuesday, April 25, 2006
So my iPod had been "broken" for a few months and I just figured out what the problem was. You'll never guess: Microsoft Windows! Apparently, Service Pack 2 (SP2) has problems with updating the Windows Registry and this can cause any Plug and Play devices to fail (bug KB893249). In my case, it seemed like whenever I plugged in my iPod, the computer would recognize and then immediately unrecognize the device over and over again, in a loop. It would sometimes work and then fail, sometimes tell me to update my iPod and all other sorts of crazy things.
Anyway, to fix the problem, you basically need to go into the Registry and delete all records that contain "iPod" and then reinstall the iPod software. Here are all related links that I found that solved the problem. You'll see the Apple and Microsoft sites are extremely UNHELPFUL, but the friendly users at annoyances.org have the answer.
http://docs.info.apple.com/article.html?artnum=302898
http://support.microsoft.com/default.aspx?scid=kb;en-us;893249
http://www.experts-exchange.com/Operating_Systems/Q_21641885.html
http://www.annoyances.org/exec/forum/winxp/1132874240
http://www.annoyances.org/exec/forum/winxp/t1051715405
Anyway, to fix the problem, you basically need to go into the Registry and delete all records that contain "iPod" and then reinstall the iPod software. Here are all related links that I found that solved the problem. You'll see the Apple and Microsoft sites are extremely UNHELPFUL, but the friendly users at annoyances.org have the answer.
http://docs.info.apple.com/article.html?artnum=302898
http://support.microsoft.com/default.aspx?scid=kb;en-us;893249
http://www.experts-exchange.com/Operating_Systems/Q_21641885.html
http://www.annoyances.org/exec/forum/winxp/1132874240
http://www.annoyances.org/exec/forum/winxp/t1051715405
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