I threw out a couple of numbers in the original announcement
that seemed somewhat off, and a few curious folks wanted to know what the scoop was. So, finally, I'm stealing a few minutes to explain the mysterious, divergent numbers.
Thirty-two hours is the time that elapsed between Liz's water breaking on Sunday the Ninth and the baby arriving on Monday the Tenth. The short version is that, once we got to the hospital, the on-call doc didn't want to get things revved up right away (probably she didn't want to have to come in for late night activities on a Sunday), so we got delayed a bit by the JV squad, and by late Sunday night the contractions had stopped (probably because of the level of "comfort" afforded by being planted in a hospital bed for twelve hours and told not to go anywhere).
Our regular OB, however, was eager to get the show on the road (trying to head off chances of infection), so the induction process was started at Eight AM on Monday, and we had a lovely, screaming baby by Ten o'clock that night--thus the fourteen hour measurement, and my use of phrases like "once it got rolling for real."
One other temporal measurement of mild interest is twenty-five minutes, the time that elapsed between the 6.5 and almost-10 centimeter measurements, during which the opportunity for Liz to have any painkillers whatsoever vanished.
Yes, that's right--Liz pushed out our whopper of a little girl, in a furious and intense labor, without any happy drugs.
Have I mentioned that I'm in awe of my wife?
- Music: Eels - "Blinking Lights (For You)"