Happy Birthday Son!

Well, today is my son Indrid’s Birthday.  He is 5 today.

It’s about 2:30am and I can’t sleep, so, I will write what’s on my mind:

MY SON.

I’ll write my memories of his birth.

I remember being in Jonesboro still almost as if it was yesterday.  Jonesboro, Louisiana that is.  It was a late night and me and Allison had just gotten as comfy as we could get.  We had gone to the doctor about every couple of days at this point because she feared she was in labor (when you live out there, the middle of no where, you kind of have to be on your toes with this).  We first rushed to the Jonesboro hospital where they decided to rush us to Minden via ambulance.  Now, Minden is a good distance from Jonesboro, about 45-60 minutes.

We arrived in Minden where we had been only once already before.  It was quite a nice hospital actually.  The rooms for labor were very well set up.   It was almost like being in a house.  It was some time around 1-2am at this point.  We waited and waited and waited for the doctor to get in.. which was like 7-8am (srry really bad at remembering the exact times).  They watched the dialation which wasn’t very quickly happening.  Mostly, though, they were watching Indy’s heart rate.  With every tiny contraction Allison had, his heart rate would change.

The doctor finally came in and had a look at her.  He said he would induce labor at this point.  He proceeded with inducing labor with a drug that I can not remember.  I remember when it started.  She was in intense pain.  I didn’t know what to do.  I was so helpless.  I didn’t like to see her like this.  I remember feeling faint.  Not because of the pregnancy or needles or blood or anything.  I was in a moment of complete fear due to my helplessness.  Her mom handed me some money and told me to go to the cafeteria.  I did.  I remember calling Rockin’ Rye… and Magic Mike.  I called my mom and my brother.  I called Jeremiah.. I called Josh.  I had food, but it was still kind of hard to eat.  I realized I had spent a while down there and that I should get back up to see if everything is okay.

I went back to the room where her aunt was outside the door (might have been someone else.. lol).S  I heard Allison moaning and screaming in pain.  That very quickly reminded me what was going on.  I was told that the heart rate of my son was taking well at all to the induction of labor.  The would perform a C-section.

I went to the lobby and waited.  We had already decided that I was not going to be able to sit in the room for delivery, let alone a C-section.  Her sister went with her.  It seemed like a lifetime for this all to happen.  The baby though, Indy, was delivered.

They brought him out to all of us.  It was about 5pm by now.  I remember seeing him, so tiny… so fragile… so helpless in this world.  HE WAS ABSOLUTELY AS AMAZING AS I COULD HAVE EVER IMAGINED….

I held him.  I cried.  Her family took pictures.  Yet I worried.  When can I see Allison.  I had my son, but I didn’t have the girl I loved.  So, we waited more.

They finally brought her out and brought her to a room (which to my luck had a spare bed since I hadn’t slept at all).  She was not at all coherent.  I slept for a bit.. maybe half an hour…. I have very little recollection of time in all of this.  The doctor came and brought me some forms that I could sign.  I did that.  They wanted her stuff to be done, though.  She was in no position to be doing that yet.  In that next week I learned a lot.  Taking care of a child was a completely new thing for me.  I had never really done any of it.  I will never miss that feeling, though.  The feeling of being needed.  The feeling of being able to give someone what they need, granted… I was absolutely confused every step of the way.

Her incision wasn’t going well at all.  Infection had set in.  She would undergo a second surgery.  Afterwards they decided to let the wound heal open.  A process they called something else that I can’t remember.  It was not at all a comforting thing.  We stayed in that hospital for about 2 or 3 weeks before we finally left.  The whole adventure was nothing at all that we had imagined, and in the end the experience really set me and Allison apart.  She was assigned a home nurse to come by each day and take care of her wound.  After the healing process happened, I slowly became more and more useless.

My time in this house was coming to an end.  After a months time, I was told to leave.


~Joslyn~

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