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My son

Well the day has come and gone. On February 11 at 1 a.m., my son, Lennox James, was born. What a joy.
I couldn't imagine a better baby to have. I'm sure every parent feels that way, but wow, what a kid.
The experience was the "Texas Giant" of Six Flags’ roller coasters. Up and down my wife and I went during her labor.
But it was definitely worth every second.

It all started about 5 p.m. Friday when my wife started having contractions.
After about three hours we decided it was time to go ahead and go to the hospital. We show up, get her situated, but she was only dilated to a 1 (one centimeter).
Not enough to really do anything about, but at least she was dilated. After about three hours the doc sent us home. Nothing really could be done since she didn't make any progress during that time period, so we went on about our business.
We went home and three hours later she woke me up in pain. She couldn't talk without doubling over and her contractions were starting to travel into her back.
So we loaded back up and returned to the hospital.
We show up, and she was still at a 1.

But her pain was worse. The doctor show up about 8, or 9 a.m. and decided to admit her. The best news we heard in the past 10 or so hours.
At 10 a.m. she got an epidural and they broke her water, and labor began. She really didn't feel much because of the medication, so that was one last thing I had to worry about.
I don't think there is anything on earth worse than an uncomfortable woman in labor. (Guys, just agree)

Everything was going smoothly after that. She started to dilate more and more, but those last couple of centimeters were tough. After she made it to an eight, it seemed like an eternity before she was a 10. Once you make it to a 10, the rest is all pushing.

And so she pushed, for 2 and 1/2 hours. You look and your wife and see here enduring so you can bring a child into this world and you become speechless. There is no sound of joy or excitement to express that feeling.
But the baby's head was sideways, looking at her leg, and it wouldn't budge. She was exhausted, I was exhausted and I'm sure the baby wasn't too happy either.

The doc said it was time to go to the second option, cesarean. She didn't put up a fight; she was just ready to get it over with.
After they started moving her to the O.R., I almost lost it. All the emotions with a significant other entering surgery, especially when it’s sprung on to you, is challenging. You don't have time to think it over, you don't have time to talk to other people, and they just do it.
I went to change into my scrubs and pray. I didn't want to cry and I was able to hold back the tears. I didn't know what to expect, but I figured if anything happens, it was God's plan.
But I wasn't going to accept it.
They called me into the O.R. and it seemed like 30 seconds later they delivered my son.

This is just one half of my experience......

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