Well...it only took 3 days of intense labor, 2 trips to the hospital, 1 tablet of Ambien, 2 doses of Demerol, one long epidural, 3 hours of pushing, one suction cup, and innumerable contractions but...my baby girl finally entered the world today at 2:15 pm, weighing in at 8 lbs, 10 oz and a supermodel length of slightly more than 21 inches.
I can't even begin to go into the details now. I'll save it for another day. However, let me just say that women are the superstars of our universe. My love and respect for BossLady (which were already high to begin with) reached ultimate highs. What this woman went through was incredible. I'd buy her the moon and the stars, and it wouldn't make a dent in the debt that I owe to her.
Really...watching your wife endure so much pain is almost like phantom limb syndrome. You know it's not happening to you but you would swear on a stack of bibles that it is. The helplessness that I felt in watching her go through so much pain was almost unbearable. The only thing that made it possible was the fact that I knew she was going through so much worse.
I could go and get mushy here and tell you about the beauty of birth and the miracle of life. But when I started this blog, I promised myself that I wouldn't turn this into some sort of Iron John, love-fest of life, parenthood and childbirth. And that's not the point of this entry at all. I just wanted to share my happiness with all of you and tell all the mothers of this world (especially BossLady)...
YOU FUCKING ROCK!
And for those of you living in the 'hood, I offer you the wise words of my main man Tupac Shakur...
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated""