Here is my latest entry on a list of “Things That Make You Go, ‘Hmm'”:
An article in yesterday’s New York Times discussed a new trend among teens to, get this: hug each other. Apparently a lot.
So often, in fact, that schools across the nation have started banning the action. Banning hugs. (Full article here.)
Upon Googling to find you the link to the NYT story, I learned that this isn’t really such a new phenomenon. Here’s a Time article from November 2007 that reports that an eighth-grader served two detentions in a week for hugging her friends.
Am I the only one who thinks this sounds completely ridiculous? They’re hugging, not shooting each other up with drugs. Certainly this world (especially middle schools and high schools) could use a little more love and a lot less hate, right? What’s the harm in hugging?
Remember this guy? He offered free hugs to people on the street and turned himself into a YouTube sensation. His “hugs campaign” sparked many other people to do the same, all around the world. Hugs are good, not evil.
School administrators claim that it’s difficult to draw a line between appropriate and inappropriate hugging, so it’s easier to place a ban on hugging altogether. Really? I look back at my high school days, and although we didn’t use hugging in the same way (or as often) as it seems teens do now, it wasn’t hard to see when innocent, platonic, friendly hugging turned into all-out groping (or heaven forbid, making out *shudder*). It seems to me that should the sexually charged touching happen, it would be pretty easy to pick out among the rest in order to tell the two lovebirds to knock it off, no?
Not only that, but my god… how much time and effort must they put forth into enforcing these stupid bans on hugs? One of the articles says that some schools have placed time limits on hugging. Anything over three seconds is unacceptable. Whaaaat? Again, I say… really? So, if two students hug in the hallway, is there are a teacher or administrator standing over them with a stopwatch?
I. just. don’t. get. it.
Now, I’m not a teacher or an administrator, but I can only imagine that these people have much more important things to worry about. Like, say, THE EDUCATION OF OUR CHILDREN, for one. If I was a teacher, and I was told by my administration that I had to give detention to students for hugging in the hallway in between classes, well… I think I’d be pissed.
As far as I’m concerned… hug on, kids. HUG ON.
Let me just start off by saying that I’m not going to tell the whole birth story with all of the details, because well, it’s not mine to tell. But I was lucky enough to get to be there throughout the whole thing, and so I guess there is a version of Hunter’s birth that is my story.
Shall we start at the beginning?
On Sunday, we were all at my mom’s house for a small family BBQ. It was another beautiful day, so we relaxed outside on the deck all afternoon and into the early evening hours. We talked a lot about the baby, when we thought he’d finally be born, and overall, we were just excited to know that, one way or another, he would be born within the next week. We all went our separate ways.
That night, Michael and I went to bed probably around 12:30. The next thing I knew, we were awakened by my cell phone ringing. I could only think of one person who would be calling me at 3:45 a.m., but I still exclaimed, “It’s Trevor!!” when I saw the caller ID. I excitedly answered the phone to him telling me that Kara’s water had broken, and that they were at the hospital waiting to get admitted into a room. It became clear at that moment that it was “go time,” and that this was really happening. The baby was officially on his way!
After debating for a few minutes about whether I should try to get a little more sleep or head to the hospital right away, I realized there was no way I was going to fall back to sleep, so I might as well get going. I jumped into the shower, then packed up a number of things (including all my camera equipment and laptop) to take with me. Michael and I were at the hospital around 5:00 a.m.
By the time Kara had her epidural in at around 9:30 a.m., we had learned that she hadn’t really made much progress from the time she was admitted. They decided to start her on a pitocin drip to get her contractions stronger and closer together.
About an hour after that, Kara was in excruciating pain, and as it turned out, her epidural didn’t work. IT DIDN’T WORK!! Can you believe that? I guess I just never even knew that it not working was a possibility. There were many doctors in and out of the room trying to figure out how to manage her pain, and many different things were tried. They never did figure out what the hell went wrong with that.
Eventually, things started happening REALLY quickly. They ended up giving Kara a pain medicine through her IV, which I guess “took the edge off” and made her a little loopy, but from what I gathered, didn’t really do that much of anything at all. And next thing we knew, they said she was ready to push.
I was shocked. She had been making such slow progress at first, that I had told my mom and brother to hold off on coming down to the hospital for a while longer, and that I would keep them updated. So I started frantically text messaging and calling them to tell them to head on down to the hospital. According to my text messaging timestamps, this was just before 1:30 p.m.
I started taking photos of the setup, of the process of pushing, etc. But after a while, I thought to myself, “Jeez, how many pictures can I really take at this point? Pushing is pushing…” so I let my camera hang loosely around my neck and I started pitching in. Kara’s oxygen mask kept poking her in the eyes and was generally making her uncomfortable, so I tried to help out by holding it about an inch away from her face, so she was still getting the oxygen, but not the discomfort of the mask.
And she pushed and pushed and pushed. I’m telling you… after the failed epidural, the 10.5 hours of labor, and then ALL THAT PUSHING… the girl is my hero.
It’s weird because you don’t know exactly how it’s going to feel to see all of it. I wasn’t planning on watching too closely, but once she started pushing, it was so exciting and I couldn’t help but get involved in it all. As soon as they came in and said she needed to start pushing, I got the biggest rush of adrenaline. My brother and I were laughing because we kept comparing our levels of “the shakes.” We’d hold out our hands and try to keep them steady, but they would just shake uncontrollably.
After an hour of pushing, little Hunter was finally delivered at 2:32 p.m. We all (Kara, my brother, Kara’s mom, and me) immediately started weeping. It was beautiful.
Once it was clear he was about to be delivered, I snapped back into photographer mode and started taking pics again. Once he was out, they had him lying down on the bed for a few minutes, wiping him off, and suctioning out his nose and mouth. My brother cut the cord, and then we heard those first few beautiful cries. Then, the doctor held him up to show Kara and give me my first real good photo of him:
As you can see, he wasn’t too happy about it. :)
Trevor and I followed the baby over to the warmer where the baby nurse was waiting to examine him. Before she started doing too much, she let Trevor hold him for a minute. I love this picture.
Under the warmer. He was trying to open his eyes right away. I guess he wanted to get a real good look at all of the people who were responsible for removing him from his warm and happy home inside Kara’s belly.
While the nurse was examining him, I quickly ran out to the waiting room to tell the fan club (I swear it was like 15 people!) that Hunter had officially arrived. And of course, I was totally unprepared for one of the most frequently asked questions: “How big is he?!” Hmmm. I had no idea. After giving everybody a quick peek at one of the photos I had taken on my camera, I ran back into the room so as not to miss any important activity.
Shortly after I returned, we got the answer everyone had been wanting and waiting for: 7 lbs., 13 oz.
Then they put goop in his eyes. He was pissed. (But look at him holding onto both of my brother’s fingers… pardon me while my heart melts.)
And then he was finally all done being examined, and the nurse wrapped him up tight like a giant burrito. She then handed him over to his proud daddy.
Trevor took him over to Kara, who finally got to spend some time gazing at her new son. After a few minutes, she was nice enough to give her mom a turn, and then… ME!!!
I could not have been a happier auntie.
Shortly thereafter, the whole cavalry was allowed to come in. And everyone got their moment to hold the little guy. I think it was unanimous that our little guy Hunter is PERFECT.
It was around this time that my hunger hit me. It was probably at least 3:30, maybe 4:00, and it occurred to me that I hadn’t eaten anything but a small bowl of cereal at 6:00 a.m. Trevor had only eaten breakfast, too, so we took a short break from the hospital and went to get some food.
Oh, and a few celebratory beers. (Notice the footprint stamp on Trevor’s arm. When the nurse was doing the footprints, she said, “Let’s give Daddy a tattoo!” and put one on Trevor’s arm, too. So cute.)
After dinner, we went back to the hospital to see mom and baby settled into their new room. That was when the adrenaline rush really started to subside, and the exhaustion came. But I still couldn’t resist spending just a little more time with this little one:
I love him so much!
Now, I am up to my eyeballs in photos to edit. I took something like 400 photos yesterday. Yikes! I’m hoping to finish editing and put together a slideshow for Kara very, very soon, so I’m spending almost all available time editing.
Well, all available time that’s not occupied by visiting my beautiful new nephew. :)
…we have a baby. Nephew #3 has arrived.
Hunter Charles
May 25, 2009
2:32 p.m.
7 lbs., 13 oz.
21.25 inches long
I am in love.
He came out with a little bit of a conehead, but he is beautiful. Absolutely perfect. And his mother? She’s a champion.
Have I mentioned I love him?
It was an amazing day. I’m still processing the whole experience. I’ll tell you one thing, though–when they say “the miracle of childbirth,” they aren’t kidding. Wow. It was simply awesome.
I’ll share some more photos and maybe some more story later… but now? SLEEP. I need sleep.
Today was all about being outside in the absolutely gorgeous weather we are having. All I have to document it is a few crappy cell phone pictures, but bear with me. :)
First, we went on a 17-mile bike ride. This pic is from about the 8.5-mile mark, where we stopped for a water break and turned around to ride back.
On the way back, we stopped for our first frozen custard of the season. I’m a kid at heart–always gotta go for the rainbow sprinkles!
So delicious. I looooove frozen custard. It was melting quickly, though. Right after taking the photo, I had to work on the sides to get it “under control.” It’s a difficult job, but someone’s gotta do it. :)
Once home, we were on our way back outside as soon as we had our bikes stashed in the garage. Next up was a 3.5-mile walk with little Tessa girl. We couldn’t leave her inside all day!
All of this activity left me in dire need of a shower and a little rest. My legs were exhausted. After dinner, though, we hit the pavement again and took Tess out for another little walk. We let her off the leash at a nearby school and ran her around the sports fields. She was in Heaven.
We definitely made the most of the sunshine today, that’s for sure. The temperatures were perfect, too. Love, love, love this weather.
And love, love, LOVE three-day weekends.
We are certainly making good on the promise we made on our honeymoon to travel more.
I booked the airfare for our next trip this morning. Our destination? Chicago.
We’re going for a long weekend trip in September. I can’t wait.
I’ve been to Chicago a few times, but it was always for work. I’ve never been for fun. Whenever I was there, I did get a chance to experience a little bit of the city, and what I’ve seen, I’ve loved! I’ve always wanted to get back there, and Michael wants to go for the first time.
We weren’t planning to book so soon–We thought we’d wait until we got back from our Seattle/San Francisco trip (coming up in just a few weeks now!), then book Chicago in maybe late June or sometime in July.
For whatever reason, though, I had the urge to plug our preferred dates into Sidestep this morning, and I was shocked when $139 popped up for roundtrip airfare! When I checked in the past, the prices were more around $240-270. We didn’t want to miss out on such a great deal, so we quickly decided to just go ahead and book it. Plus, the flight times are absolutely perfect for us.
We’ll leave on a Thursday night after work, getting into Chicago around 9:00 p.m. Then we leave on Sunday afternoon to come home. It should be a lot of fun. We still have to find accommodations. There’s a possibility Michael’s uncle may be able to get us a deal at a particular hotel, so we’re going to check into that. If not, I’ll be hitting up Priceline again!
This year has been awesome. It’s so nice to always have a vacation to look forward to…
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I'm Heather. I'm 33 and have been married to Michael for seven years. Together, we have two beautiful little girls we love more than anything, and a miniature dachshund who drives us crazy. I'm a full-time working mom who has very little time for my own "stuff" these days, like home improvement, cooking/baking, cake decorating, and photography. Despite the team not making the playoffs since 1999, I'm STILL a Buffalo Bills fan, which I think speaks to my loyalty AND sense of humor. I can't wait to pick up the pace with travel again some day... you know, when we're done being ruled by tiny fists. Welcome to my blog.
