On Tuesday (the day after labor day) my son started Kindergarten. I have never been so scared, anxious, and excited all at once. For obvious reasons this was an exciting day that we have been waiting for his whole life.
I was asked whether or not he was excited to go and my answer was always "He can't wait. I'm the nervous one." For anyone that didn't also have a child entering school that day, I was crazy. They all said "But, he's the one going to school." No one could understand that I had to put all my trust into my sweet and innocent boy and a bunch of STRANGERS.
I had to trust my son to behave, listen to his teacher, be kind to others, make new friends, eat the lunch I packed, get on and off the bus safely, use the bathroom.... Umm... I think you get the idea. BUT, more importantly I had to learn to trust other adults, strangers at that, to care for my child. There are hundreds of other kids in his school and the sometimes scary thing about school is, the adults are outnumbered.
We all made it through the first week of school. I didn't get any phone calls telling me my son was in trouble for turning his classmates into his own private platoon to kill zombies. He loves to kill zombies. So, I guess you would call it a success. We had to drive him to school a couple of days this week because we missed the bus. This morning he was rushing his dad because he didn't want to miss it again. It was pretty funny to hear him. So far he seems to like his teacher and his different classes.
Today was another P.E. class and I asked how it went. He told me that it was fine, but that he didn't see the girl with the flower in her hair that he had seen last time. She apparently was a first grader that wouldn't tell him her name. He was pretty sad about it.
So overall it seems that school is going well and that he will hopefully thrive and I will hopefully survive. We just hope that he'll find a love for school that neither one of his parents really had. The best part I guess of having kids in school is getting to relive all of the fun things like art projects and field trips.
That is how my week started. Now let me tell you how my week ended.
Friday started out like any normal Friday. I woke up and went to work. I got off work a little before 7:30 and decided to meet a friend for dinner. I was on the phone with my husband telling about the new issue I was having with my car. I hung up the phone, pulled into a parking spot, and my water broke. It was about 8 pm.
I was fairly suprised, I wasn't having any signs of labor, at all. When the on call doctor called me back and asked what was going on. I said that either my water broke or I just peed myself. He didn't think it was as funny as I did.
I was told to go to the hospital. The problem was I was STARVING! After all, I was about to eat dinner and once you're in the hospital, you don't get to eat until it's all over. It could have been the next day before I could get a chance at food. I had spent the last couple weeks of my pregnancy treating every meal as if it were my last. I made sure that whatever I ate it was yummy and worthwhile. And here I was, getting cheated out of even getting my last meal. Details, details....
Well my friend was kind enough to drive me to the hospital and sat with me until my husband arrived. She was so relieved to see him, otherwise it would have been her holding my hand. Whether or not she wanted to be there.
By the time my husband and a few family members had arrived and I had gotten checked in, my contractions had started and started to get pretty intense. It was 8:45. From the get go I had said I wanted an epideral. I had one with my first and I don't care what you say or think I wanted one. I am not too proud to say that I am not fit for natural labor.
The anisthesiologist was in the OR, but I was told that as soon as they were done he would be in. In the mean time they offered me something to help me handle my contractions. I gladly accepted. Problem is, it didn't make the pain go away, it just made me ALMOST loopy enough to make me not care about the pain.
Well, to save you all from the gorey details.... I was progressing too quickly to wait for the anesthesiologist. He was still in the OR.
I didn't get my epidural. I experienced first hand natural child birth. It is official. I am done having children. If there is even a 1% chance of doing that again, I would like to gracefully bow out now of having any more kids.
At 10:05 pm I gave birth to a 7lb. 9 oz. 20.5 inch baby boy. That's right start to finish, TWO hours and no epidural. I am currently patting myself on the back.
We're exhausted (at least I am), but home and healthy.
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