Vacation cancelled: it's a boy!
Yes, I have a boy again as a son. He was born on May 26, 2010 at about 12:45 PM after 'the show' began in the morning for my wife.
The entire thing happened right before my very own eyes - I had never been in the same room during the birth of my other two children.
My first boy was delivered in the next room adjoining my wife's hospital 'bedroom' - I had dropped her off in the morning when her 'water' broke, along with her elder sister for company, went to work, returned to find that she had been medically induced, and a few minutes before 8:00 PM had been led into the next room for delivery.
My next child was born premature by a whole two (2) months. Believe me, it is true what they say about premature children growing up very fast and big!
For this latest entry to our family, many miracles happened. The doctors had originally earmarked his delivery for 27th of May but the D-date was extended to 31st of May later on - for some unknown reason - after the second and final ultrasound reading had been taken.
The day before his birth, I had attended the Service of Songs for the passing away of the father of an old High School friend of mine. His father was 92 years old and had been updating the list of his published books even right up to just last year!
I never cry without cause at public functions; however, I found myself weeping 'like a baby' - as my four-year old daughter would say - as a hymn was sung: Great is thy faithfulness, Lord unto me...
I was crying for gratitude, for myself, for what God had done for me in my life so far....People around me and in the choir noticed - very embarrassing. I learned something new that day: you are liable to be very emotional when you are sitting down while singing such a personal and touching prayerful song of praise.
How did I know? I felt less like a cry baby when the observant Pastor asked everyone to get up from their seats and sing the rest of the hymn standing up! It worked! suddenly, the sniffles stopped, the words in the hymn book became more focused as the flow of tears abated. Thank God!
Anyway, I was to learn more things on the delivery day proper. My wife was not induced this time but a drip was attached to the back of her hand by a nurse, who had earlier on used her midwifery skills to make her 'water' to break - my wife said something about feeling something "hot" inside herself.
Before I could say, "What's up, babe?" My wife belted out a screaming yelp? Yes, an oxymoron for the kind of loud sound that I never knew she was capable of. She did this twice more, louder each time, calling out for the nurse on duty.
When the nurses came over, things happened very fast and almost furiously. There and then, I saw what the olive oil is used for. I had thought that it had to be taken orally. Now I know better! It is for lubrication for smoothly bringing out the baby's head!
In a jiffy, my son's head was out and my wife pushed him out in one go. Nobody had to smack my new guy's upside-down bottom to hear his voice: he let out a low cry. "What sex is your baby?," asked the matron in charge of my wife before he was taken away for "washing".
The next miracle? I had assumed that both mother and son would rest in hospital for the next three to five days, especially since there had been tears on my wife which had been stitched with dissolving stitches.
No way! They were discharged in the morning and i had to pay the hefty bill pretty quickly. However, an angel had beaten me to the bat!
Till now, I have no idea who had deposited some money on my behalf for part of the bill - the hospital staff in charge of the bill preparation swore that I must have deposited it sometime previously!
Scary but nice feeling though....Vacation canceled: no bachelor food for me and no hospital food for my wife - she loves to cook!
The announcement of a birth is quite a euphoric thing! Cigars can be handed out to complete strangers, you can find yourself shaking the hands of unknown passersby....
I sent out text messages and e-mails - even the network administrator whose system had initially prevented me from sending in an e-mail years before to his British publishing firm also got one!
Ha-ha.... He was so surprised when he remembered that he sent me a congratulatory e-mail... Friends are made that way....
Since then, my baby boy has lost his umbilical cord and has been circumcised - the plastic ring-and-thread dropped last Tuesday. For these two steps to have happened without a hitch, warm bath water, Gentian Violet, methylated spirit and TCP were simply indispensable....
Interestingly, my boy yawned last week and - surprise! - I sneaked a peak at one white patch of pre-molar tooth set flush with his gum on either side of his lower jaw! Is this a tiger or what? It is not an oddity, God is always wonderful in His ways!



