It was shortly after 2 a.m. on this day five years ago when I placed a phone call to my mother-in-law and said to her that “Jacob Carl DeWayne Jones was born at 1:44 a.m. weighing 4.04 kg (8 lbs, 3 oz.), and he is perfect.”
I don’t remember everything about that day. I’d taken a Klonopin in order to quell the possibility of fainting due to sight of blood, and because of that, I was pretty calm. It was amazing how rapidly the room changed from “nice-ish hotel room” to “theater of operations” for the doctor and nursing staff. My wife was (and is) amazing, doing the process without epidural. She did take some medication to take the pain away, but she wanted to feel it happen.
I remember thinking we had an amazing doula helping us, telling us what was going on, what our options were, etc. I remember thinking “this changes everything”.
And it has. Oh yes, it has.