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The Bull Moose is Back

I used to have the Bull Moose Republicans linked, but they disappeared sometime after the 2004 election. I lamented their absence, and I see that they have come back, albeit on a part time basis. I will happily re-add them to my blogroll.

If you don’t know about them, check them out. They stand for a more diverse Republican party. At a time when Republicans are often accused of divisiveness, I’m all for it.

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III

Three years ago today, after nine months of marriage & four days of contractions, we welcomed our first baby into the world. It was a rough start for his mother. Contractions began in the wee hours of Friday, but after 3 days and 4 visits to the hospital (only to be sent home each time) all we had to show for it was Ann’s exhaustion and distress. Mercifully, they finally gave her something for the pain on Sunday. We were admitted Tuesday, and Luke was born via C-section that evening.

It is difficult to describe the mixture of stress & fear over what his mother was going through and the anticipation of finally meeting this baby. We’d finally see a face, hear a voice, know the sex, and give a name. It is difficult to phrase, but I was surprised at what I was surprised by when Luke was finally delivered. They put up little curtains for C-Sections, ostensibly to prevent the father from fainting, so I heard his voice before I saw him. What a set of lungs. Then, the doctor told us we had a BIG boy. Not just a boy, but a BIG boy.

Excuse me? You’ll seldom find a more petite couple than Phil and Ann. Big? How big?

Moments after birth

He was a gorilla. The only thing missing was Fay Wray in one of those hands. One of the OR people took me by the arm to the table where they work on the newborns. They washed him off, stuck something up his nose, and did other things I can’t recall, but I kept thinking that this is one big strong baby. I was totally unprepared for that. No wonder he wouldn’t come out the regular exit. Nine pounds, one ounce.

Then, unforgettably, I looked to my right and saw them stuffing the giblets back into his mother. So much for the curtain. Yowza. Let me tell you. That is a far cry from that mini skirt she wore when we saw Miss Saigon early on. I had a flash of the Talking Heads and snapped back to the present. We still tease each other about that.

Ann had seen Luke but (I got the frog from my throat and said his name  by now) then she was rushed to post-op and it would be hours before she could finally hold him. I was with him the rest of the time as he was wheeled to the incubator, where they put goop on his eyes, gave him a shot of something, and in general antagonized the hell out of him. It is great that New York Hospital allows fathers to be with the babies as they do all the post birth stuff. I felt like I was backstage at a Pink Floyd Concert. We weren’t alone, and I saw these other new fathers who were a foot taller than I with their kids who were far smaller than mine. Ironic.

In recovery, Ann was shivering, which is a common post-op thing. She wouldn’t get to hold Luke until about 5 hours after the delivery.

First hug

I recall how she buried her face in his hair (which he would soon lose), and then looked up at me and asked "can we have ten more?" On a day of being shocked and amazed, that blew me away. Was she suffering from amnesia? Why would ANYONE want to go through that ordeal again? What a woman. I still recall the feelings of joy and relief.

As cliche as it sounds, these three years have flown by. We have savored every moment. Luke is a very happy little boy, a great big brother to his siblings, and a wonderful grandson. We love being this little boy’s Mom and Dad.

Our family

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