Eva Maria Jimmerson

Meet me....

We've discussed it until we are blue in the face.  This blog is a bout a child.  Funny thing is this is the first we have seen of said child.  Without further ado....

Labor...

Gentlemen... let me pause for a moment to say this looks like it should be called death by alien.  It looks like something Mad Max had to spin the wheel for in Thunderdome.  It sounds like (from the description) someone is inside of you on drugs spinning around in your uterus with a knife.  It sounds and looks like it hurts.

The hospital technology is so advanced she is hooked up to a machine which lets me see when the little man with knife starts twirling around like the tazmanian devil.  Awesome and also weird.  Ericka is doing great handling the pain.

At a certain point they have indicated that the guy with the knife is not poking her with appropriate intensity or frequency (boo man with knife).  Must be a union labor dude.  Just can't get good service anymore.

Epidural is on the way.  YAY! Pain relief.  I can stop counting to 4.  Epidurla guy is here and he has on a UNC hat.  We shake hands as he is about to stick a needle in my wife's spine.  He is done and out running off throughout the hospital. 

The Tarhole's genius epidural did not work.  It has a limited effect at best.  He sucks.  He is from UNC I should have guessed it.  He must have had basketball tickets or something to get to.  Takes us 3 hours to figure out his little "Procedure" is not going to work and Ericka is in exceptional pain.  I hate him.  JERK!

TAKE THAT UNC BOY!

Another guy comes in and was more concerned with doing it right then actually having his tarheel hat on and success.  We have it moving along now.

Within 3 hours of the epidural being done by someone competent...We are ready to push. 

You look at your wife completely differently.  She was determined, she was strong, she was quite honestly a champ and hero.  She wanted to get our baby out and did what they told her.  Baby came out.

Open letter to Ericka.... I care not who reads it...

Babe,

I have never seen a more brave or determined side of you.  I will never forget you in that moment.  You were wonderful.  You were special.  You made something special.  I can never ever thank you enough.  I love you, and love you more this day.

AESOME... AMAZING... Wonderful... you hear everyone describe the birth.  It was all of those but I will not cheapen it with a word..  It was Birth and I witnessed it and it was indescribable.

I cried like a baby. Yeah me.. Mr. Manly man.  I'd cry again to because so many things run through your head your brain leaks... not tears just brain oil coming out of my head.  That is my story and I'm sticking to it.

It summarizes so simply.

Eva Maria Jimmerson   12:32am     1/10/2009      7lb 4oz

Honey, I think I have contractions..

That was how Friday morning started.  "Oh ok how far apart",  I ask.  Well long time like 20 minutes etc.  "Wow sounds kind of frequent",  I say.

I take a shower and am headed into work.  I come downstairs and say how far apart now.  Oh like 7 minutes.  The magic number for those not in the know is 5 minutes apart.  I think well maybe I'll stay for a minute.

More contractions... I'm working from home.. More contractions is everything ok?

Long story short we are headed to the hospital to get checked out.

At the hospital they inform my wife that labor might very well be starting but still not major or big enough for us to be concerned about. The nurse says go walk around you'll have a baby in no time.  Nurse as we walk out of the office says..... "Go to the mall, walk up and down the stairs and you'll go into labor."  We decide to do this since shopping (from previous posts) makes me light up like a bright shining star.  Off to the mall, the doctor prescribed it.

We walk around the mall for a bit and I am staring at every single 12-15 year old girl dressed like a hooker.  I am now actively warning tiny unborn Eva that outfits from various stores will never be acceptable.  I also am thinking about how I hate Mylee Cyrus.  No idea why just do not like that creature.

Ericka decides she needs makeup for the photos after the birth.  We go into the makeup store and they proceed to get her tone right.  I do not know if you knew this but it all starts with the skin tone base color.  Get that step wrong and you are criticized in department stores across the land.

We go home.  Ericka proceeds to tell me she wants to get a pedicure and she really needs to dye her hair.  I am like WTF is going on here.  We are not headed to dinner with the governor.  We are headed to have a child which from all accounts is not the cleanest of situations.

Ericka dyes her hair and washes it out and claims....My water broke.  OK water broke time to go to hospital.  Gotta get to hospital... I WAS WRONG.

I want to eat lunch and finish my hair.  I want to call someone about work and send 900 e-mails about closing the books.  I want to make sure I have all my face creams and new make up.  I want to order room service and make a Hindu sand drawing.  I want to waste time.

I get her into the car we go to hospital.  She is in active labor.  We go to the hospital to check in.