Preparing for the VP
Two years ago today, I looked like this:
I was big, heavy, and ready for the baby to arrive. I'd designed the birth announcement, our bags were packed, and I was about to start my maternity leave. So sure that we'd have a boy, I designed the announcement for a boy. We had decided to name him Vincent Patrick, making his initials V.P. With those initials and his position as the second-born in our family, I made him his first logo:
On the morning of the 14th, my plans started to go awry. Martin didn't feel well and had a fever, he had to stay home from daycare and my morning of leisure at the spa was cancelled. A few hours later, I started to have contractions. I called my doctor and she said I should come in so that they could see how things were progressing. I called Marty and my mom, told them that it was time and that they should come to the house. Contractions continued. An hour passed, neither mom nor Marty had arrived. Martin's fever was better and wanted to play. I wandered around the house, trying to feel comfortable. Contractions continued, Martin ran around, I willed mom and Marty to arrive. Another hour passed and I started to feel a bit desparate, wanting to go to the hospital immediately. I didn't want anything to progress very far since we knew that I'd have to have a c-section.
Mom and Marty arrived within moments of each other, each of them saying that they didn't really think I was THAT ready to go. Marty and I went to the hospital, checked in, hooked up the monitors which showed that my contractions were two minutes apart. Within the hour, I was on my way to the operating room. As we were going down the hall, Marty leaned down to tell me that he really wanted a girl.
The operating room filled with people - my doctor, an intern, our family doctor, the anesthesologist, several nurses and Marty. My second time through this, I was suddenly scared. The baby seemed to be in a bit of distress. They all moved quickly. I started crying, almost hyperventilating. They couldn't get the baby out easily, the cord was around the baby's neck. Marty moved closer to my belly to see what was happening, holding my hand, telling me that it was all going to be fine. I felt some pushing, pulling, shifting around and a big gush as the baby was free. A moment of silence, then a cry. From a girl. Not the V.P. I'd expected, but our new, healthy, beautiful girl.
I was big, heavy, and ready for the baby to arrive. I'd designed the birth announcement, our bags were packed, and I was about to start my maternity leave. So sure that we'd have a boy, I designed the announcement for a boy. We had decided to name him Vincent Patrick, making his initials V.P. With those initials and his position as the second-born in our family, I made him his first logo:
On the morning of the 14th, my plans started to go awry. Martin didn't feel well and had a fever, he had to stay home from daycare and my morning of leisure at the spa was cancelled. A few hours later, I started to have contractions. I called my doctor and she said I should come in so that they could see how things were progressing. I called Marty and my mom, told them that it was time and that they should come to the house. Contractions continued. An hour passed, neither mom nor Marty had arrived. Martin's fever was better and wanted to play. I wandered around the house, trying to feel comfortable. Contractions continued, Martin ran around, I willed mom and Marty to arrive. Another hour passed and I started to feel a bit desparate, wanting to go to the hospital immediately. I didn't want anything to progress very far since we knew that I'd have to have a c-section.
Mom and Marty arrived within moments of each other, each of them saying that they didn't really think I was THAT ready to go. Marty and I went to the hospital, checked in, hooked up the monitors which showed that my contractions were two minutes apart. Within the hour, I was on my way to the operating room. As we were going down the hall, Marty leaned down to tell me that he really wanted a girl.
The operating room filled with people - my doctor, an intern, our family doctor, the anesthesologist, several nurses and Marty. My second time through this, I was suddenly scared. The baby seemed to be in a bit of distress. They all moved quickly. I started crying, almost hyperventilating. They couldn't get the baby out easily, the cord was around the baby's neck. Marty moved closer to my belly to see what was happening, holding my hand, telling me that it was all going to be fine. I felt some pushing, pulling, shifting around and a big gush as the baby was free. A moment of silence, then a cry. From a girl. Not the V.P. I'd expected, but our new, healthy, beautiful girl.
I remember asking you if it was urgent that I come right away or if I had time to go home and pack a bag. So...you are the one who said I had plenty of time to go home first. You should have TOLD me to get there pronto! Also...I can't believe you kept all this boy stuff secret! You never told us names or the VP logo. Saving it?
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