He said She said

SAME DAY…NEW TIME (Hayden's Version)

I was scheduled to have a C-section on Wednesday, August 27th at 12:00pm. I went to the doctor the Wednesday prior and after the exam he thought the baby was going to be around 9 _ lbs. Subsequently, he put me on bedrest for the next week.

Forward to Tuesday…

All was going according to plan. My sister came in to town. Dylan spent Tuesday night at my mom’s house with her. Bryan and I went home by ourselves to get our final good night of sleep. Poor Bryan has been extremely over-extended lately with work, school, and internship and was exhausted and very near the end of his rope. My entire family pleaded with him to take a prescribed Lunesta sleeping pill, so that he would go into Jackson’s birth day refreshed and energized. Bryan’s concern was that he is, for all intents and purposes, WORTHLESS for at least 8 hours after taking one of these pills. Reluctantly, after assurance from me that “nothing would happen”, he took the pill at 10:30pm. At 11:42pm…”Uh oh spaghettios”! I began to feel what I thought could be contractions, but I tried to convince myself that they weren’t. I laid on my left side for 10 minutes to see if the pain would go away. Every 2 minutes during this time I was looking at the clock. No relief. I began to walk around the house. My bag was packed and I began to pack everyone else’s bags. I loaded them all in the trunk and moved the cars so the car with the infant seat would be in back of the driveway…just in case. By this time, an hour had passed. I decided to somehow get Bryan in the car and head to Edmond, so I would be closer to the hospital…just in case. I called my sister and told her to unlock the front door. Who in the world knows how I got Bryan to put a shirt on and get in the car, but somehow we managed to get on the road. I drive for 10 minutes and start to have a contraction that I can’t breathe myself through while driving. I woke Bryan up and asked him over and over if he was awake enough to drive. Bryan suggested that I call the hospital if I was having contractions that prevented me from driving. I did so and they told me to come straight in. God had his hand on my husband while he drove us in. We arrived at Mercy at 1:30am. I was checked and I was dilated to 3 centimeters as Bryan was snoring on the couch. They gave me medicine to stop my labor and it cut the intensity of the contractions in half. Four hours later they gave me another dose. My mom arrived around 5:30am. They informed me that there were a couple of open slots early in the morning and I began to be prepped for surgery. At 9:15am, they gave us the green light and my mom shook Bryan until he came to. We talked him into putting scrubs on and 5 minutes later I was being rolled down the hallway for surgery.



SAME BAT PLACE…DIFFERENT BAT CHANNEL (BRYAN’S VERSION)

Hayden was scheduled to have a C-section on Wednesday, August 27th at 12:00pm. She went to the doctor the Wednesday prior and after the exam he thought the baby was going to be around 9 _ lbs. Subsequently, he put her on bedrest for the next week.

Forward to Tuesday…

All was going according to plan. Her sister came in to town. Dylan spent Tuesday night at her mom’s house with her. Hayden and I went home by ourselves to get our final good night of sleep. Poor me has been extremely over-extended lately with work, school, and internship and was exhausted and very near the end of my rope. Her entire family pleaded with me to take a prescribed Lunesta sleeping pill, so that I would go into Jackson’s birth day refreshed and energized. My concern was that I am, for all intents and purposes, WORTHLESS for at least 8 hours after taking one of these pills. Reluctantly, after assurance from Hayden that “nothing would happen”, I took the pill at 10:30pm. And this is where the story truly begins…

After slipping into a well-deserved slumber, and entering REM sleep (which is a rarity), I awoke to my beloved wife informing me that she had gone into labor. As she politely suggested attire, I stumbled into the car (a.k.a. the closet) and slowly dressed myself. We then hastily made our way to the car which I realized had somehow been moved. My wife, always the gentleman, opened the car door for me and ushered me into the passenger seat. We then began the trip. After a VERY LONG 7 miles (none of which I knew was taking place), Hayden informed me that she could no longer drive. That is when the arduous, drool-filled, Lunesta-induced journey began. A mere 40 miles from our final destination, I took the helm. “Full speed ahead, Mr. Zulu”, I shouted, but apparently noone heard me for the car just sat. It was at that point I decided that I was going to have to put this in manual override. I put the car in gear and took off. We were traveling so fast on the backroads that the telephone poles looked like picket fences. It was at that very moment that I seemed to slip into a bad Vietnam flashback (which is funny since I wasn’t born until after the war was over). The next thing I remember, I was dropping Hayden off at the hospital and parking the car. As I carried our bags, I was reminded of the greek god, Atlas, who bore the weight of the world upon his shoulders. I walked in the room to a portly female nurse telling my wife she was a 2 or a 3 and I thought, “how rude to even judge my wife’s looks when she’s pregnant and, second of all…she ‘s a 10”. It was at this point, I had a choice to make…punch a woman in the face or…take a nap...

I woke up to Hayden’s mother, Linda, shaking me like a British nanny. I wiped off the drool and thought, “this feels like a scene from Fear and Loathing in Las
Vegas”, and said, “dammit I need golf shoes”. Her mother said, “you’re about to have a baby…put on these scrubs”. I wiped the drool from my face, stood up…slowly…and put on the scrubs. As the nurse left with my wife, I tried to keep up. A few minutes later Jackson was born and all was well in the world of Hayden and Bryan.

Welcome Jackson Cade Younger! 7 pounds 15 ounces (not nearly 9 _ lbs.) and 21 inches long…