Thursday, March 15, 2012
He Arrives
This was a loooonnnnnggg day! The pitocin was started during the night. When I got to the hospital at 9:45 this morning, Laura was dilated to 5 centimeters. Kyle left to go home, shower and change his clothes. At 10:10 the anesthesiologist came in to set up the epidural. They kicked me out of the room for a half an hour. This was a great help. Laura lost all feeling of pain but could still had sensations for things like pressure and tightness. The midwife came in and broke her water at 12:45. The contractions started coming closer together. At 2:00 Kyle went to get something to eat. Then I went to get coffee. When I got back, the nurse was encouraging her to try pushing, but it was too soon. Jack arrived. We went into the room for a while. At 4:00 p.m. The nurse decided it was time to start pushing for real. Jack and I were kicked out for good. We hung out in the hall for a bit, Kyle's oldest brother showed up, and then some young nurse sent us to the waiting room.
Sadly for Laura she inherited my family's tradition of long bouts of pushing. She pushed for over two hours. At 6:09 p.m. Kyle David Lipps, Jr., entered the world at a whopping 9 pounds, 4 ounces. He measures 21 inches and he looks just like his mother did when she was born.
A Boy!
March 14 was quite an eventful day. Bill's sister had arrived the night before and is going to be staying with us for an undetermined amount of time. I woke up before 5:00 a.m. Ugh! That's never the way I want to start a day.
It was also the annual Kindergarten Round Up at school. I had to look good, put my best foot forward, and give a little speech about early childhood development. The problem was that as I was getting my class ready for the day and getting myself ready for the roundup, my attorney called. He had just received a letter from Bill's attorney stating that on the day of the mediation Bill had been on chemo and Vicodin and therefore had not been cognitively aware of the content of the agreement we had made. For those reasons, he felt entitled to withdraw from the agreement. I was shocked! I didn't know what to say. My attorney felt we should go forward in trying to enforce the agreement.
I wasn't able to focus well at the roundup. I gave my talk but don't know exactly what I said. I know that parts of it went well but felt there was something strange in my closing sentences. As I was speaking, I looked out into the group of parents and there was Trevor, the young pastor from my church. What was his family doing there? It was a very weird experience.
My attorney called again right in the middle of the meeting. When I picked up his voice message it said that he had called the mediator's office only to find out that her husband had had a catastrophic heart attack the night before and was not expected to live. Let's face it, she's not going to be able to deal with this for a long time. This is the second time Bill has cried, 'Not fair! I want a do-over'. If that's the game he's going to play, then I will ask the court to have him declared mentally incompetent, have a conservator assigned to him, and I'll deal with the conservator. I kind of want to go to trial because I think I'll get ordered to pay him a lot less and I will ask that he pay two-thirds of my legal fees because I have a letter from him telling me that if I didn't 'cooperate' with him on doing a settlement his way, he'd run up my legal fees. And I've changed my mind about the life insurance policy. Why would I make a person against whom I have a restraining order the beneficiary on a big life insurance policy? The difference before was that I wasn't angry then. Now I'm all out of patience.
But the day wasn't over. Not nearly. I got a call from Laura at 11:30. She was at the doctor's and was calling to say they were going to induce her. How ironic it is that after days of having my phone on me constantly in the hopes of getting that 'It's Time' call, this one time I thought she was calling about what her dad had done.
However, it turned out not to be THE day. She spent the night in the hospital while they gave her something to thin the cervix and started her on Pitocin at 4:30 a.m.
It was also the annual Kindergarten Round Up at school. I had to look good, put my best foot forward, and give a little speech about early childhood development. The problem was that as I was getting my class ready for the day and getting myself ready for the roundup, my attorney called. He had just received a letter from Bill's attorney stating that on the day of the mediation Bill had been on chemo and Vicodin and therefore had not been cognitively aware of the content of the agreement we had made. For those reasons, he felt entitled to withdraw from the agreement. I was shocked! I didn't know what to say. My attorney felt we should go forward in trying to enforce the agreement.
I wasn't able to focus well at the roundup. I gave my talk but don't know exactly what I said. I know that parts of it went well but felt there was something strange in my closing sentences. As I was speaking, I looked out into the group of parents and there was Trevor, the young pastor from my church. What was his family doing there? It was a very weird experience.
My attorney called again right in the middle of the meeting. When I picked up his voice message it said that he had called the mediator's office only to find out that her husband had had a catastrophic heart attack the night before and was not expected to live. Let's face it, she's not going to be able to deal with this for a long time. This is the second time Bill has cried, 'Not fair! I want a do-over'. If that's the game he's going to play, then I will ask the court to have him declared mentally incompetent, have a conservator assigned to him, and I'll deal with the conservator. I kind of want to go to trial because I think I'll get ordered to pay him a lot less and I will ask that he pay two-thirds of my legal fees because I have a letter from him telling me that if I didn't 'cooperate' with him on doing a settlement his way, he'd run up my legal fees. And I've changed my mind about the life insurance policy. Why would I make a person against whom I have a restraining order the beneficiary on a big life insurance policy? The difference before was that I wasn't angry then. Now I'm all out of patience.
But the day wasn't over. Not nearly. I got a call from Laura at 11:30. She was at the doctor's and was calling to say they were going to induce her. How ironic it is that after days of having my phone on me constantly in the hopes of getting that 'It's Time' call, this one time I thought she was calling about what her dad had done.
However, it turned out not to be THE day. She spent the night in the hospital while they gave her something to thin the cervix and started her on Pitocin at 4:30 a.m.
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