Fobsvithe: Counting Our Blessings

WARNING: The following post contains birth-related blood and gore.

1. When the placenta ruptured, we were watching a movie at editorgirl's house, with S-Boogie sound asleep in eg's extra bedroom. This meant we didn't have to find a babysitter.

2. Foxy J's lightning-fast reflexes spared eg's couch, reserving the blood only for the plastic doormat, a towel eg kindly sacrificed, and the passenger seat of the Fobmobile.

3. Editorgirl lives about a minute away from Utah Valley Regional Medical Center. I don't know how long we would have had before Foxy lost too much blood, but the important thing is that she didn't.

4. We have the best obstetric surgeons in Utah County, working at one of the best labor & delivery hospitals in the nation (or at least one of the most used). Within an hour of arriving at the hospital, Baby Fob was alive and kicking, and Foxy was on the road to recovery (a road that will probably last a few weeks, but at least she's on it).

5. My sister Lika hadn't yet left for Hawai'i (she's on her way now). She came right to the hospital and, besides giving general support, moved my car from the lane in front of the emergency room, where I'd left it in a panic.

6. Tolkien Boy and editorgirl, being the wonderful people they are, took good care of S-Boogie last night, even moving the mattress to the floor when she rolled off the bed in the middle of the night.

7. Thus far (eleven hours into his life), Baby Fob is a much better sleeper than S-Boogie ever was. Remembering our first night in the hospital with her, I was dreading last night, but he actually slept through most of the night. We've basically had to wake him up to feed him. Of course, he did have quite the traumatic day yesterday.

8. Everyone's okay. We are a happy Fob family--all four of us.