The date was March 22, 2006. My wife Chaene was 8 1/2 months pregnant with our 3rd child and she was HUGE! She could barely walk up the bloody stairs at our home. Must have been all that chocolate ice cream she indulged in during the previous months! Did I say my wife was HUGE? 😀 To the best of my recollection, previous doctors visits let us know that our soon to be born son would be in the 8-9 pound range!! Our daughters both weighed 7 lbs 6 ounces, so 8-9 pounds was like…are you kidding me?
Back to the afternoon of March 22. About 4pm with the whole family at home, I hear my name. Scott?? Chaene is ready. The contractions are starting. It’s time to get to the hospital. My daughters are excited. I’m excited! Chaene was excited?? Chaene was probably just excited not to be pregnant anymore!
We load up in the truck and make to 5 mile drive north from Elk Grove to Kaiser South in Sacramento. Thank God nothing unusual came about during the drive! We check in, get our room and by 5 pm, Chaene is already “gowned” up and ready to go. The doctor comes in and checks her out…”all good”…”the birth probably won’t happen until sometime next morning”. I mentally prepare myself to be in this room with my beautiful wife for at least the next 12 hours…..
During my wife’s second birth with our daughter Fallon, we discovered the wonders of western medicine. The Epidural. The labor and delivery were pain-free for Chaene! So this time would be just the same! Not a problem. Let’s fast forward to about 10 pm on March 22nd. The epidural was given, but Chaene could still feel the pressure and pain of labor. Shit! Maybe the anesthesiologist made a mistake with the dosage or didn’t place the needle in the right spot? Nope? This was going to be a difficult labor and delivery for Chaene.
The hours go by…the labor is intense and painful…but the labor was going as it should and the baby was safe. I felt so bad for Chaene. All I could do was rub her back and tell her everything was going to be ok.
At it exactly 12:55 am on March 23, 2006…my son Ben was born! He was 10 lbs 11 ounces. The doctor had to break his collarbone just to get him out! The doctor specifically told us that Ben was the biggest baby she had ever delivered vaginally.
Ben was basically already the size of a toddler! The hospital didn’t have clothes big enough to fit him and had to go appropriate them. Ha!
Alls well that ends well. Ben has turned out to be a normal sized healthy kid who is currently in the first grade. I call Ben my little dumpster fire because everything he touches, looks at or eats becomes a HUGE mess!
My wife, well let’s just say she won’t soon forget the birth of her only son, Benjamin Atticus Jones….