Sunday, September 21, 2008

Part Deux: The Afterbirthing



DISCLAIMER: It has been a week since the last segment, and about two weeks since the beginning of the afterbirthing, and due to lack of sleep, the following passage entitled Part Deux: The Afterbirthing might be a little sketchy. But, please keep in mind that though all of the details might not be there, or in order, they did, for reals, happen. For reals.

Edmund Samuel Martin I (the future King of France) arrived very early in the morning on August 27th and leapt into the arms of Adam (still dressed as Dr. George Clooney, PhD/MD/DDS), all the while Rachel tried to recover on the operating table. Whilst upon such table, Rachel asked the anaesthesiologist how he enjoyed his work. She was prodding for information for Adam, because 1) Adam looks good in scrubs, 2) Hospitals don't freak Adam out, and 3) Needs a job that doesn't make his soul die a little. With her new found information, Rachel proceeded to pass out, now whether she passed out from exhaustion or awe inducing medication is still up in the air.

Adam was allowed to wheel the Future King of France down the hallway to the mass of relatives waiting, whereupon they all 'Ooohed' and 'Awwwed', whilst revelling in Sam's ridiculously enlarged testicles (and also, because he was new and cute, kind of like a shiny new car with a ridiculously large steering wheel). Ten minutes into the viewing, a bystander from the group began to ask, "Where's Rachel?". Oh, yes. That Rachel. She recovered just fine and was okay, if not still unconscious.

After a while, the LARGE amount of family kind of milled off, only to return to Rachel's room to check on her. Due to the volume of people, they were only allowed in two at a time, a rule that was quickly broken.

Several things began to happen to Rachel throughout the day, that are not unlike someone like, oh say, Bruce Banner might go through before changing into the Incredible Hulk.

We'll go ahead and start with size. During Rachel's pregnancy, she didn't gain a lot of baby weight. She gained enough to support the baby, and round out the tummy a little bit, but nothing too spectacular... until the afterbirthing. After Sam popped his way out, Rachel began to swell, particularly in the facial and leg regions, not unlike the Incredible Hulk. This was due to her pain medication (not radiation).

Because of the increased swelling and discomfort, her demeanor was effected as well. Since Rachel had a C-Section, she was not able to produce engough milk at the outset, nor was she able to latch Sam to her zipple in a timely fashion, thus resulting in Sam taking formula from a bottle, which began to make her peeved. Add to this the constant stream of people (family, nurses, doctors, photographers & smoking consultants ((more on those last two in a moment) and Rachel trying to entertain guests, the following phrases began to come out of her mouth:

"RACHEL MAD!" and "RACHEL SMASH!"

And, with the swelling and the language down, there is only one thing left. Yes. You guessed it. The Hulk/Rachel's constant need to be topless.


(Above: Rachel post birth)

Again, Rachel was a different person before the birth of Sam. Before, she was modest, and would never think of exposing herself in public. But, when that baby flew out, so did all sense of public decency. Much to Adam's suprise, Rachel had lost all will to conceal herself, thus constantly exposing her breasts to friends, family, and whoever else happened to walk into the room at the time. Adam noted that the most interesting incident occurred when Rachel was trying to breastfeed Sam, and three nurses, not associated with the breast feeding consultant, came in at the same time, and they began to have a three minute conversation, in which, yes, Rachel had totally Hulked out in the nudity sense. So, to sum it up:

Decency: 0
Adam: 1


Rachel's stay in the hospital lasted four days, and during that time, due to constant interruptions from nurses (*cough* family), Rachel basically stayed up all four days, with maybe a total number of ten hours of sleep during her entire hospital stay. And, because of her delerium, she was not always able to understand what was going on.

Enter, the smoking consultant.

Before Rachel new she was pregnant, she used to smoke. And, the day she found out, she quit, naturally. However, on her form for her first doctor's visit, she checked a little box that stated that she had previously been a smoker or "HAVE YOU SMOKED IN THE PAST?". Well, yes. She had. And this one little box of information just so happened to be the only piece of information that followed Rachel and Adam from California. Oh, beuracratic American Healthcare System, you had me at hello.

At maybe eight in the morning, whilst Rachel was pretty drugged up and fancy free (high), a middle aged woman with a very stern expression entered and asked if this was an appropriate time to talk about a serious issue. Before Rachel could answer, the dour women excused herself and said she would come back at a different time. Rachel called out, "Mklkajsdfikelelel" (Translation: No. Hold on, mam. You may speak openly in these quarters.), and the woman turned. She moved in close, and asked if he (Adam) was family. Before Rachel could reply, the woman had produced some pamphlets and began her lecture on how hard it is to quit smoking, but that she could do it, and that she would be better for it. To which Rachel replied, "LKJLK mmm LKSpopop" (Translation: But, mam, I quit as soon as I found out I was pregnant. I'm over smoking. Pop Pop.).

This suprised the smoking consultant, and she then said, "Well, keep at it. And, I know it is hard to quit, so if you need support, here is my card, you can reach me whenever you need counseling."

Then she left, and Rachel and Adam both exclaimed, "WLKJLKGILMLKJD??!" (Translation: WLKJLKGILMLKJD??!).

We will now turn to a character who is more well known than the smoking consultant, but still a mystery to many. This mysterious creature moves quickly, appearing only to the females of the human species, slips into the room, and in an orgy of light, digitalization, and signatures, steals the image of your child, and sells it back to the mother at a bargain price of $9.99 for a dozen. Yes. This elusive creature is known by scientists as 'The Baby Photographer', but known to conspiracy theororists merely as TBP.

TBP arrived early in the morning, after the departure of the males of the human species. TBP swept in while the nurses were working on a sedated (again, high) Rachel, and approached the newborn with its weapons drawn, and began to introduce itself. After explaining to the mother what it does, TBP begins to *shudder* pose the new born by using the vocal weapons of 'Tssking' and 'ChhChhChh', very similar to the sounds Ceasar Milan uses on 'The Dog Whisperer'. After training the baby into a *shudder* pose, TBP begins to photograph and generate a proof sheet for the mother to see. The point of the proof sheet is for the drug addled mother to agree to pictures of the newborn to be purchased (thus, the reason it evades the males of the species), and send it to the one family member that was not actually in 'Part One: The Birthing'.

Now, chronicling the life of a child is very important, but if you will refer to the following link: http://adamandrachelsincrediblebaby.blogspot.com , you will realize the author's problem with posing babies. Yes. It is weird, and strange, and any baby that comes out of a flower (Anne Geddes, I'm looking in your general direction) or is posed in a Sears catalouge, will have serious issues when they are older. They may be cute, but they are now scarred, for they have *shudder* posed, against their little tiny will, for their first picture, and will always be remembered as... That Flower Baby.

Oh, yeah, and also, why pay for pictures when you can go to their website and just download the picture and get that one guy that you know who knows how to use photoshop and take the letters off of the baby's face. Yes, people might think it looks strange, but really, is it stranger than being naked in a flower?

I thought so.

This birthing process has been littered with colorful characters, but none more colorful, or more of the devil, than the lamb in the post birthing video.

On the final day in the hospital, in preparation for you and the baby's first day at home, the nurses will ask you to watch a video about SIDS, and taking care of the baby, etch. Simple enough, right?

Wrong.

The nurses pop in this video, and all seems well. There is a mother, and a new baby, and she's a little confused. She's staring down into the crib, looking at her bundle of joy, but begins to get nervous. What is she to do now that she's home? How will she take care of it.

Enter: The Devil Lamb.


In the crib, there lies a little white lamb. And, because this lamb has been placed in the crib, and it a post birthing no-no, through the satanic power of early nineties CGI, it emerges and begins to give the woman advice. Rather than run (because the Devil Lamb has used it's hypnotic powers to paralyze her with fear), the woman heeds it's advice on how to raise a child and make sure it doesn't die. And, the creepiest part of it all... the woman does it with a smile. That's just how tricky the Devil Lamb is. He may be soft and white and poorly animated, but leave him in that crib, and that baby is as good as toast.

Needless to say, Adam couldn't stop laughing, and Rachel had to close her eyes to watch listen to the film, for fear of popping out her stitches.

If you can survive the Devil Lamb, you can take your baby home. That is the final test of being a mother.

And, so we did. And, when we got home, much like the end of 'Poltergeist' where they wheeled out their television, we got rid of every damn lamb we had.

Thus the afterbirthing has been completed, and new adventures lay ahead for Rachel, Adam, and now, the Future King of France, Sam.

Will Sam be king? Will Rachel ever recover from the afterbirthing? Will Adam ever take off the George Clooney scrubs?

Tune in next week (probably sooner) to find out.

(Insert climactic music here)

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Babble

We will now also be blogging on the uber-hip parenting website, Babble Playground. We will still blog on here, but we've moved to their website as well. We will be posting fun pics and videos on there as well, so check it out:

http://babble.ning.com/profile/AdamandRachel

i know, the address is annoying to memorize...so add it to your favorites!!!


-R

Sunday, September 14, 2008

I Heart Hilary

And I REALLY REALLY heart Tina Fey and Amy Poehler. Anyone who saw the season premiere of SNL knows why.

-R

Thursday, September 11, 2008

more pics...





...But.I Know We've Never Loved This Much

So, yes. Basically everything Adam said about Sam's birth is one hundred percent accurate. So, there's really no need to rehash everything from my point of view. Also, I was wigging out on seven different drugs during the entire thing, so my version may be a little skewed. The best is yet to come, though. The birth process was nothing compared to the days following, which I'm sure Adam will recount. Just remember, although it may seem like he's exaggerating on things....HE"S NOT. All that batshit crazy stuff really has happened.

Sam is doing fantastic. When we left the hospital he weighed six pounds. We found out yesterday at the pediatrician he now weighs 7 pounds! He's growing FAST. He eats nonstop. Constantly. All the time. He's extremely active and it seems his mind is more advanced than his body. We can tell he wants to crawl and talk, and that he's frustrated with his little body's lack of abilities at the moment.

Oh, and um....he never cries. EVER. He's capable of crying, he just doesn't. He's pretty much the most perfect baby ever.

We're very excited because Aunt KB and Uncle Joel are visitng next week, as well as, Nana. The next week we're going up to Kansas City to show Sam off to some dear old friends, and catch a much anticipated concert.

Now time for pictures!!!

Seeing Sam for the second time. I could still only look and not touch, due to my "happy maaadicine"


I know. It's really kinda sexy.


I love these two more than anything.


Bonding Time.


Hair.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Part One: The Birthing



Imagine, if you will, what a day in your life is like. Let us say, for example, you get up, maybe shower, put on your clothes, go to work, eat a lunch, come home, watch television, and then go to bed only to start all over again the following day. So, it is pretty much, give or take a few variables, what doctors call 'a routine'.

Now, with the illustration painted above, one could assume that if one were to be induced into labor on the second of September, then all would be well, and everything would go according to plan. But, since this is Rachel and Adam we're talking about here, nothing is supposed to go along with any sort of plan whatsoever, and one can almost always bet on wacky, wacky shenanigans ensuing.

And, ensue they did.

Let us begin on an unnecessarily bright and sweaty Tuesday morning, via August 26, 2008. Adam had just returned home from a long night of stocking shelves and trying to maintain any scrap of dignity, and was settling into a slumber with a nice gin and tonic. With sleep only minutes upon him, he was roused by a kind of screaming noise that should not be confused with a yelp or a shout, followed by moaning, and then guttural twitching. Adam, eyelids barely touched by sleep, turned over to watch Rachel achieve what scientists like to call the 'cat puking a hairball position', in which she was yelping about back pain. Adam offers a kind word, and then rolls over. Now, before you are to judge Adam, note that this is pretty much more or less the way he has been waking up for the past couple of months, and the moans/groans/pains/complaints have become a part of the Adam and Rachel routine.

Rachel was getting dressed to go out with her father and Starla. Adam was sleeping until he had to go to work. They kissed, she left, he slept, maybe showered, and went to work.

However, before maybe showering, Adam had received a phone call from Terry VanWinkle (in no way related to Rip, but in every way related to Vanilla Ice) stating that he was taking his daughter to the hospital because she was in labor. Adam scoffed because he could hear Rachel and Starla calling out to Adam in the background insisting it was a practical joke. A second phone message followed stating what Adam had already come to expect. It was, a joke.

Don't worry. That bastard universe is about to get the last laugh.

As Adam was in the midst of reading a riveting article about sports mascots and the crimes that they commit (you'd actually be surprised at how many commit sexual harassment, so keep that in mind next time you want your little Sally or Billy hugging the Chicago Bull's Mascot), none other than Terry VanWinkle and crew walked through the doors of the wine establishment exclaiming that they were taking Rachel to the hospital, she's in labor.

Adam laughed it off. They stood in seriousness. The following is an excerpt from actual dialogue that may or may not have actually happened:

ADAM: Very funny.

TERRY VANWINKLE: No, really, she puked before she ate lunch.

ADAM: I'm not falling for that one this time.(Shakes finger at Terry)

TERRY VANWINKLE: No, really, you idiot, her water broke.

ADAM: I'll get my things.


As they rushed off to the hospital, Adam made the necessary calls to mothers, and began cleaning the store. Incessantly. Because he was so nervous. All Adam could think was, "Holy crap! It's coming! I'm going to be a dad in real life!" and "Why couldn't the little bastard popped out while I was at Target?!"

Luckily, Adam's boss is a super nice guy, and came in and covered while Adam went home, maybe showered, changed, cleaned up the room, and drove straight to the hospital.

It is at this point in the story that it should be noted that Rachel had been hoping to go into labor on August 2 or before. Of course, she wasn't going to, but she hoped. And, so every Friday she would go to her doctor hoping she would be induced, and every Friday the doctor would say, nope, one more week. At this point, the protagonists had given up and settled into the fact that they were going to deliver on the 2nd.

But, again, the universe just kicked it's massive feet up on some massive galactic desk, and laughed, all the while smoking a massive cigar made up of one thousand suns.

At the hospital, Rachel was pumped and ready to deliver. With her hair nicely done, and a smile on her face, she checked all of the machines and they were all saying that she was having contractions. 'Yay', she thought. 'This isn't so bad. I'll be out of here in no time.

Cut to 16 hours later.

Yeah, that's right. 16 bloody, godforsaken hours later.

Now, for the sake of the reader to get the full experience, here is a list of events leading up to the birth.

7:30pm. Family begins to arrive. Happiness reigns supreme. Bets are taken on when she will deliver. The earliest bet is midnight. My bet (and the right one) was around 6am.

8:15pm. Labor begins to hurt. Scratch that, really hurt. Rachel needs drugs. Adam goes for tacos.

9:00pm. Too much family have arrived. Rachel more or less has a nervous breakdown while trying to pee. Family are asked to wait in the waiting room. The contractions keep coming.

9:03pm. The nurse allows Rachel to finally have a bed pan, yet, because of the pain, and the fact that she actually can't go to the bathroom, she denies the bedpan.

Final Tally:
Adam - 1.
Bedpan - 0.


10:09pm. Due to the amount of drugs in Rachel's system, she begins having a discussion with the first nurse about going to Six Flags over the weekend.

10:11pm. Adam must overcome his fear of public toilets, due to the aforementioned tacos.

10:52pm. Upon the first nurse leaving, Rachel declares loudly to her that she should go to Six Flags, leaving the bystanders in the room speechless.

11:30pm. Dr. 'DeathCharge' Bethel (wouldn't that be a great band name?) is called and is informed that Rachel is still dilated at 1 centimeter.

11:42pm. The epidural is issued. Rachel loses feeling in the right side of her body only. She begins to itch. Adam begins to scratch that itch with the comb he combs his beard with.

12:01am. A call is put out to Krista and Joel on their arrival time.

12:10am. Joel calls a drug addled Rachel back to tell her the following joke:

Joke: What do fat people and brick walls have in common?
Punchline: Mexicans lay them both.


12:30am. Nana and the Dude arrive. Nana informs Adam that Rachel will probably have a C-Section.

2:15am. Joel and Krista arrive. Standing over a practically comatose Rachel, Joel tells another joke.

Joke:Two men are talking in the bar sharing their sob stories.

One man says, "I had the worst Freudian Slip the other day." The other man responds, "What is a Freudian Slip?"

"You know, it's when you mean to say one thing, but you say something else that reveals what you are really thinking about. Like the other day I was at the airport and this really beautiful lady was helping me. Instead of asking her for 'two tickets to Pittsburgh', I asked her for 'to Pickets to Tittsburgh."

The second replies, "Oh, now I know what you are talking about. It's like the other day when I was having breakfast with my wife. I wanted her to pass me the Orange Juice, and instead I said, "BITCH, YOU RUINED MY LIFE!"


2:16am - 7:00am. People get sleepy, and find weird places to sleep. Joel is sent home for acting up.

7:00am. The dreaded nurse Brandy (like the song) shows up, pisses off Rachel, rest of the natural world (Adam).

7:10am. Dr. 'DeathCharge' Bethel shows up and declares a C-Section. Rachel begins to panic. Everyone (and I do mean EVERYONE) gathers around to comfort Rachel. Rachel's two irrational fears (1. Premonition that she is going to die at the age of 25. 2. Fear of death during childbirth.) begin to take hold. The following equation is formed:

C-Section + Sleep Deprived Family Members x Multiple Fears of Death = A Batshit Crazy Way to Spend 7:10 in the Morning.

7:15am. Over sized clown/thug scrubs are brought in for Adam. The women comment on how sexy Adam is in the scrubs. Adam takes the comment to heart, and spends the next hour pretending to be George Clooney.

7:17am. The anesthesiologist is brought in. Adam decides that he's going to now be George Clooney, the Anaesthesiologist.

7:20am. Rachel gets her junk shaved. People (but not all people?) disperse.

7:28am. Rachel is shaved, prepped, and wheeled into surgery.

7:35am. Surgery begins. The following conversation takes place in a three minute time span:

RACHEL: I'm scared.

ADAM: Everything will be fine. I'm here.

RACHEL: Quick, start listing off different kinds of food that I can now eat.

ADAM: Buffalo wings with ranch, carrot sticks with ranch, pizza dipped in ranch...

RACHEL: Now list alcoholic drinks I can now have!

ADAM: A vodka gimlet, margarita, Kettle One, Slurpees with run in it...

RACHEL: (aside) The doctors are going to think I'm an alcoholic! (mild panic)

ADAM: That's okay, I'm sure they hear it all the time.

RACHEL: NOW LIST CAKE!

ADAM: Uh, red velvet, chocolate, vanilla, german chocolate, red vel...

SAM: WAAAAAAHHHHH!

RACHEL and ADAM: WHA??!!


7:38am. Sam arrives.

After that, it was smooth sailing. Sam was born into the world at 6.6 pounds, 18.5 inches, with a giant pair of balls and a penis that was attached to itself. Yes. Sam was born with fucked up junk. But, it is actually more common than one would think, and a surgery at six months will make everything normal.

The only catch is that Sam will be European for a while.

And, now ladies and gents, I would like to introduce you to our son Sam.


(Pictured Above: Pure Awesomeness)

Stay tuned next week for part two in our 'Birth of Awesome' series, which will bring back such audience favorites as 'Doped Up Rachel','Adam as George Clooney, The Nurse', and the duo of 'Background Grandmas'.

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