I have to believe that the day before was very much a part of the birth day. It was Mardi Gras and our last day out and about in the city as a couple. Of course Freddie was with us and he got lots of attention.

People were amazed that I was showcasing my Zulu coconut in such a fashion but they were equally impressed that I was 40 weeks 5 days pregnant and out and about with the best of them on Carnival Day.
And after all that excitement there was still no sign that Freddie's arrival was right around the corner.
Ash Wednesday began with what I thought to be a tiny trickle when I awoke. Hmmm, bladder? I had an appointment that afternoon so I wasn't worried, slipped on my walking shoes, and headed to the park. First lap around I had another trickle sensation, and made a stop at the bathroom. Everything looked ok, just a teeny bit wet. Keep walking.
After another mile into the second lap, it was no longer a trickle. I had wet my pants. Those nylon running shorts don't absorb much so down my legs it ran. I called Charlie. He giggled and offered to have me sit in on a bench and wait to be picked up really to avoid embarrassment because I wasn't feeling anything that said baby is on his way.
Plan was I'd head home, phone the doctor, and we'd touch base again after that while he remained at the lab to wrap up a few things.
But, I had a mile walk back to the other side of the park to get to my car. So, I called my daddy so I could talk on the phone and avoid eye contact with everyone at the park. As I talked and walked I got gush after gush but not a twinge or cramp.
Once home I showered, washed my hair, and called the doctor. "Go to labor and delivery even though you're scheduled to come in at 3:00."
About noon I strolled into labor and delivery and was surprised that they wanted me naked and on a table, pronto. For real?
The triage physician confirmed my membranes had ruptured and let me know Room 2 would be set up for me. The cervix was still only 2 centimeters dilated and was not completely effaced.

Since membranes had been ruptured since 7 am, assuming that little trickle was the beginning, pitocin was started right away and we just hung out. Pitocin dose gradually increased but it wasn't for several hours that I began feeling strong contractions, so strong that I felt like I could have scaled the building holding on with my fingernails.
So with no real progress I was given an epidural.

The epidural wasn't as bad as I thought and allowed me to make use of my iPhone to pass the time. Monitor was placed on Freddie's head and to help Freddie's vitals remain constant I was rolled to my side and given some oxygen.

And we wait some more.
Throughout the night I was checked periodically and given a predicted pushing time at 7 am, but no progress past 5 cm was ever achieved.
By 7ish meconium was present and I was spiking a temperature, so it was time to move on to more drastic measures to get Freddie into the world.
Freddie arrived at via cesarean section at 9:52 am. He was blue when the doctor pulled him out, and I was desperate to hear him cry even in my foggy state. He was rushed to the next room and it took a few minutes, but at last we heard him scream.

Seeing him for the first time was a huge sense of relief. My feelings were pretty out of whack at this point due to the medication, but I remember just feeling thankful that he was here.
Charlie took off with baby Freddie and left my skilled surgeon to patch me up. Really, the guy bragged about what a great job he did and every nurse who checked on my incision this week oohed and aahed over the fine work. I can't wait to here what Dr. M has to say.

He weighed in just over 7 lbs and was 20 inches long. He's got his Papi's chin and a pinched ear like his Daddy. I was so surprised by how much hair he had.
My daddy teases me to this day about the banana head I had when born from hanging out in the birth canal, and wouldn't you know the Freddie had quite the cone head as well. Poor guy had a red ring on the top of the cone from where his head was pushed against the dilated cervix. The cone head measured 13.5 inches.

It was when I got to see him in recovery that I was finally struck by what had just happened.

Charlie and I are parents. We have a baby boy. Our life is forever changed.