Dear Jackson,

August 29, 2011

And then there were two

Filed under: Uncategorized — aJOHNymous @ 3:01 pm

Dear Kameron,

It’s taken me a long time to start this letter. Sorry about that. In my defense, I’ve spent the last 2.5 weeks on paternity leave from work following your birth, and I simply didn’t have the energy, nor did I have the proper creative juices flowing through my head that would allow me to write this properly. Caring for a newborn, a toddler, and a dog got a bit overwhelming at times. To her credit, your mom seemed to handle it all pretty well for eth most part. Unfortunately, I’m just not the most patient man on Earth. I’m trying to fix that, but it can be difficult at times. But this is all really putting the cart before the horse, so let’s actually take a step back and focus on your entry into this world and the days that followed, in proper order.


Wednesday, July 27, 2011 was just another day. We went to work, we came home, we did our typical evening routine, and then we both sat down to relax after Jackson went to bed. It wasn’t long before your mom packed it in and headed to bed herself, so when she did, I popped down to the basement and surfed the internet for a while. My typical evening internet routine involves reading movie blogs, watching movie trailers, reading film blogs and forums, and lurking film forums. Sense a trend here? Before I knew it, it was 11pm and I heard your mom get up and start moving around upstairs. I figured she was just going to the bathroom until I heard her call down to me from the top of the stairs.

She was having contractions, and she had been having them since around 6 that evening, and now they were becoming more frequent. Since I knew we were pretty much prepared for this (your due date was only a few days away), I stayed calm and told her to go back to bed and we’d wait a few hours just make sure it was the real thing. So she went and laid back down and I came to bed and just listened to my iPod for a bit. Eventually, she decided to take a bath to see if that would either stop the contractions or speed them up. I guess it really ramped things up because when she got out, she was confident that this was the real deal, and that you were on your way.

I think it was about 2:30am when we decided we should probably head to the hospital. Your mom called her parents to come and watch Jackson and the dog while we were gone and when they arrived, we took off.

At this point, the contractions were coming hard and fast and every few minutes your mom tensed up and it got difficult for her to speak. That said, the car ride to the hospital was much easier and less stressful than the ride we took over two years ago for your brother’s birth. We knew what was going on this time and we were full prepared, so everything just sort of felt right. Even though the contractions were making your mom uncomfortable, I think she’d probably agree that there was far less stress involved this time around because this everything that was happening was completely normal and to be expected.

When we got to the hospital, we got your mom situated in a room and hooked up to the proper equipment to monitor your heart rate, and then we waited.

And we waited.

And we waited.

Unfortunately for all of us, the contractions began to slow down after several hours. They were still incredibly intense, but just coming at more infrequent intervals. We were faced with a decision whether or not to go back home and wait it out, or to stay at the hospital and wait it out. If we went home, we’d have to go through the whole admitting process all over again when she felt she was ready to come back. With that thought hanging in our heads, we decided to stick it out and see if we couldn’t speed things up ourselves. Your mom remembered that the hot bath she took several hours prior was what really jumpstarted everything in the first place so she went ahead and jumped in the shower in our hospital room and hoped that would help.

It did…sort of.

This is the part that may gross you out, but it’s integral to the story here, so heads up—

The contractions became a bit more frequent and intense, but the biggest problems were that your mom wasn’t dilated enough yet for actual pushing labor, and her water had not yet broken. So we were faced with yet another decision: wait it out or “encourage” labor by manually breaking her water. It’s important to remember here that your mom was still 100% striving for as natural a labor as possible. No epidural, no hardcore pain mends, and no medical intervention—such as manually breaking the water bag. But at this point, we had already been at the hospital for over 9 hours and waiting for her to dilate further was taking an incredibly long time.

After talking it over for a bit, we decided to go ahead and have her doctor manually break the water bag. It wasn’t super-intrusive—save for the long chopstick the doctor would have to use to pop the water bag—and it would allow everything to really start moving along much quicker. Like her doc mentioned earlier, it was simply a way to “encourage” the real labor to begin. If that was the only artificial intervention we would need this time, then it seemed like our best option so we went for it.

So at about noon, we pulled the trigger. It took all of 5 seconds for her doc to do what she needed to do, and then the dam broke, as I so eloquently put it in a status update on Facebook.

And then we began waiting again. After a few more hours of waiting and checking the dilation progress, nurses began prepping the room with all of the necessary birthing and delivery equipment. Slowly, but surely, we were getting closer to the moment of truth.

At about 5:30 or so, the room was good to go, and your mom’s doctor basically gave us the ‘go for launch’ signal. A little bit after 6pm, your mom started the actual push labor process. I started out standing next to her and holding a leg as she pushed through the contractions, but after a few uncomfortable minutes, I think one of the nurses realized it would probably be a better idea if I was off to the side and just watched. I definitely belt more comfortable as an observer than I did when I was attempting to help. Thankfully, the nurses were all really helpful and definitely kept the mood calm and under control during the labor. I stood up by your mom’s head and kept one hand on my camera and another holding the side of the bed in a sort of death grip. I was asked if I wanted to come down and see you as you began making your entrance, but I declined. I’m not a super squeamish person; I just preferred not to look. No big deal.

It seemed like the actual labor was over pretty quickly. I think it was only about 30-45 minutes into it when one of the nurses told me to get my camera ready. I turned it on just in time to get an over the shoulder [of your mom] shot of you making your entry into the world. Officially, you were born at 6:53pm, about 15 hours after we had arrived at the hospital.

As you arrived, I felt my eyes get a bit misty, but I was able to hold back tears, unlike when your older brother was born. I think it was because the stress was almost nonexistent for your birth. As they held you up, they announced your gender and asked your mom if she wanted to cut the cord. She politely deferred the responsibility to me and I was able to cut the cord with one hand and keep filming with the other. It was quite a moment to be the person who actually gave you your independence on this planet. I didn’t see it that way at the time, but I do now. At the time, it was just really great that I was able to actually do make that cut, rather than how they had me do it for your brother.

Anyway, after you were literally severed from your mom, they immediately put you in her arms and began cleaning you off. It was that moment that I realized our three (and ½ if you include Dyson) had now become four. Jackson was no longer an only child, and he would likely never remember what it was like to be one, either. Your mom and I had now done something neither of our parents had done or would ever be able to do. Two only children had just produced a second child. We now had sons, children and multiple car seats. So many new plurals had just been introduced into our once singular-dominated vocabulary. And then the final ‘holy shit’ word hit me: brothers. It’s kind of a weird way to look at it, but that’s what went through my head as I saw you lying there in your mom’s arms.

Thankfully, you didn’t go too long without a name as we had come to a decision the day before. The nurses asked if we had a name picked out and your mom replied, “This is Kameron.” I’ll go on record here and say we had one hell of a time coming up with a boy’s name that we both liked, while we settled on a girl’s name pretty quickly. I’m not sure why that is, but we had a hell of time settling on your brother’s name as well. Anyway, had you been a girl, we would have named Keira Grace. I still think it’s a really nice name, but I digress.

The next hour or so involved cleaning you up, sucking out all the fluid from your lungs and running the usual tests to make sure there were no issues to be concerned about. I tried to record a fair amount of it because I think you’ll get a kick out of watching it one day. In my peripheral, I could just barely make out the scene of your mom getting tended to by her doctor and nurses. I was trying not to look too closely because my peripheral view was catching a lot of red as well as a giant hook. I just sort of help my position over you as you were taken care of and tried to pretend that the horror movie behind my back wasn’t happening.

And then within an hour or so of your birth, you were wrapped up, dressed up, and attempting to nurse from your mother. Our experience with your birth was the polar opposite of the one we had when your brother was born. It was so much easier and less stressful. Everything went according to plan. It was such a refreshing change of pace from the first time. It was just more relieving than anything else.

We spent the first night trying to get you to nurse. Well, that’s your mom spent it. I was on the couch, half in and out of sleep due to exhaustion. I have no idea how your mom was able to handle it all. If I was tired, I can’t imagine how she must’ve been feeling. I went home the next morning to change clothes and let the dog out. Unlike my first trip home after your brother was born, I didn’t turn into a weeping mess while eating a sandwich. I simply made sure everything was ready for your arrival and headed back to the hospital.

Your Grandma also stopped by to meet you and brought Jackson along as well. Up until you were born, he’d been pointing to your mom’s stomach and saying, “baby”, but now, we actually had an actual baby to show him. I think he was a bit confused at first but eventually I think he started to figure it out. He was saying hi, waving, and then he even gave you a few hugs and kisses and for good measure. It was pretty interesting to watch as he really took all this in and tried to process what it meant. You guys are brothers now. It still trips me out just to say that out loud. You’re both so lucky and you have no idea. I truly hope that you both grow up with a healthy love for one another. It would kill me if you grew up hating each other and fighting all of the time. Brotherly quarrels aren’t anything to worry about. It’s the possibility that you two could grow up disliking each other that scares the hell out of me. You’ll never realize just how lucky you are to have each other. Take it from me, an only child who always wish he had a sibling: love each other as brothers. Please.

I can see that I’m starting to get a bit preachy again so let’s move on…

We were able to leave the hospital about a day and half later and spend the rest of the weekend at home with only a few friends and family showing up to meet you, which was nice because were all still exhausted. The first few nights were the worst, mostly for your mom. Trying to get you to adhere to a normal sleep at night schedule is not easy. Almost a month later, we’re still having quite a few issues. That said, it doesn’t seem as bad with you as it was for Jackson. Likely because you were on time, and he was six weeks early.

I have to be honest with you here. The two weeks your mom and I had off work were extremely stressful and long. While we were extremely excited to bring you home and insert you into our daily lives, we were still a bit unprepared for the amount of work it would be to look after an energetic toddler, a rambunctious golden retriever, and a newborn baby. Lack of sleep simply compounded our issues. We tried to get out of the house as much as possible, but it was quite difficult to manage everyone’s eating and sleeping schedules to allow us enough time to get out of the house for a bit. We did spend a few days outside of the house, but it still got really claustrophobic at times. It doesn’t help that I’m not exactly the most patient person in the world. I’m trying my best, but every day brings with it new difficulties.

I think Jackson started to get a little jealous when he realized he was no longer the center of attention. Dyson started to act out too after we’d brought Jackson home two years ago, so this was sort of the same thing, but not really. Your brother started to misbehave a bit more than usual in order to try and get attention so that only added to my growing impatience. I understand why he suddenly pours milk all over the floor, but that’s no excuse to continue doing it. It can be tough. Dyson tends to act out in similar ways in order to get attention. He’ll grab shoes from eth bedroom and then hide behind the couch and just lick them continuously. It’s pretty disgusting. I’ve been trying to take him on walks every night, but I know he’s still a bit jealous and feels neglected. On the plus side, he seems to enjoy you for the most part. He does the same thing with you that he did with Jackson, and that involves a lot of licking. Sorry, Kameron. I guess you guys taste just as good as shoes.

Honestly, I was ready to go back to work after a few days. I hate to say that, but like I mentioned earlier; it just got so claustrophobic and my patience wore thin pretty quickly. It was great to get to spend more time with you guys, but I do appreciate my routine. There really isn’t too much to say about the rest of those days off. One funny incident did involve poop, though. You crapped on your brother in the bathtub, and then you crapped some more on your mom as she carried you to the bedroom in a towel. Nice job, buddy.

So this is where we are today and where we’re likely to be at for several months to come. We have a rambunctious toddler who craves attention, a newborn baby who does nothing but eat, sleep, and poop, and a dog that licks shoes and eats his own fur. This is our life now. Sometimes I still don’t believe it. I have kids. It still blows my mind when I see it written down or when I say it out loud.

One month later and I’m still trying to digest it all.

Welcome to Earth, Kameron. I’ll do my best to make sure you have a great time here.



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