Another Sleepless night in the Kingston household was quite an understatement! As I lay next to my daughter, who is next to my wife, who is next to our dog, who is next to our other dog. We all lay sleepless and confused. Its August 31st, four o’clock in the morning. He’s not expected to arrive for another month, or so we thought. Becky was having horrible contractions, Ava was being a typical two year old, and the dogs were gassy from the rawhides they devoured hours before. I was just trying to rest my lids atop my bloodshot eyes. Silently lying in bed counting the rotations of the ceiling fan and trying to decipher broken Spanish rolling from Ava’s sleepy mouth. I then decided maybe she shouldn’t fall asleep watching Dora the Explorer anymore. I roll onto my side and jokingly ask Becky, “Do you want me to take you to the hospital?” Fully expecting her to say no, she said yes! Without hesitation, almost as organized as a Chinese fire drill, we shuffled around the house gathering everything we needed. After a quick once over the checklist we were finally on the road. The pains got worse and so did the traffic, it was morning rush hour. The two of us joked along the way that it was probably a false alarm and we would be back home by ten that morning. Though before we could even react, she was prepped for a cesarean section and I was scrubbed up. We were having a baby! He was born at 10:32am, weighing in at 8 lbs. 3 oz and 21 inches long, almost a month early. His name….. well, we’ll get back to that!
There are no words to describe the feeling of holding a little miracle in your arms. Those of you who know, understand what I mean completely. For those of you who don’t, I would try to explain, but I’m not even going to attempt. He’s got a full head of hair, chubby cheeks, and is a spitting image of his big sister on the day she was born. Shortly after they cleaned, weighed and measured him, they tested his blood sugar. I think my heart stopped when they pricked his little foot as I watched the meter count down to reveal the final read. Naturally with a diabetic mom, you can only expect complications with blood sugars during the first couple of days after birth. As the final three numbers show themselves on the meter I take one last gasp of air before the final reveal. It read, 31 and the repeat 29 and I knew anything below 50 was a definite ticket westbound on the NICU train. An old hat to us, Ava got pretty comfortable in the NICU a few days after she was born, so we were prepared. It’s day 2 now and he’s seems to be progressing quite well. His big sister paces the hospital waiting to finally meet him. The NICU doesn’t allow anyone under the age of three to enter, try explaining that to a restless two year old. She has seen his pictures on my phone and gleefully stomps around the room showing everyone shouting ” my baby brudder here”. For lack of better words, she is excited. Just last week she found one of her favorite stuffed animals from before she could even walk. His name is Ducky. She brought Ducky to me holding him by one wing and said “give duck baby brudder”. I have to admit, there may have been a few tears stream down my big manly beard as I grabbed her up in my proud arms to hold her tight. Needless to say, she is going to be a great big sister. Still awaiting the day they finally meet. Mom is getting much needed rest and I’m doing my best to keep up with it all. A special thanks to the grandparents, family, and friends for all of your support. We’re counting the days until we finally get to bring him home, and snuggle in our own beds.
Big sister keeping a watchful eye on the little one while he rests.