Tuesday, December 5, 2006

The Exodus

On November 28th, our little boy arrived after 14 hours of labor. Although 3 weeks early, he weighed in at an impressive 7 pounds, 8 ounces and was 20 inches long, with the standard-issue fingers and toes.

He surprised Dave and me by declaring his imminent arrival shortly after an episode of "Heroes" on 11/27. Once at the hospital, I didn't shy away from the epidural, and I am thankful for that glorious invention—--however, I will say the actual administration of the narcotic needs some improvement. Numb from the waist down, I spent the majority of the early-morning labor watching "The X-Files" and "Saved by the Bell" reruns—--pain free (although viewing those nineties' styles was difficult to stomach) . When the actual "push" time came, the pain wasn't for the faint of heart but completely worth the reward. At 11:20 a.m., twelve hours after my water broke, Moses Toliver Ring was born.

“Hello, my little cone head” was the first tender sentence I said to my offspring as Dr. Hurt lay him across my stomach and I glimpsed his misshapen, journey-worn head. Dave had the honor of cutting the gristly umbilical cord and watching his first moments as nurses examined his newly-minted form.

Dave and I were taken instantly with his sweet visage and are forever wound around those tiny fingers. It’s amazing how quickly one can go from “me” to “you” without a second thought.


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