5 for 5 and 1 for 1

This is a man’s post. It will probably offend a few women, but I welcome your feedback. Actually, I’m doing this for every husband out there. They will now have this card to play the next time they are in trouble. . . . “Yeah, you’re right honey, but at least I didn’t pull a Mike Craig and. . . . . . ” Get the direction of the blog?

Baby was due Sunday, March 2. It didn’t come that day. I was looking at my schedule that night and this is what I saw. . . . .

City league basketball game: Monday @ 7:30pm

Intramural basketball playoff game: Tuesday @ 6:30pm

YM basketball practice: Wednesday @ 7:00pm

Church team playoff game: Thursday @ 8:45pm

Assuming a victory, Church team playoff game: Friday @ 7:00pm

Assuming a victory, Church team championship game: Saturday @ 3:00pm

Whew! Busy schedule. After the initial analysis, I said to Julie, “We should have the baby on Wednesday.” She wondered why, so I told her, “Because I have basketball games every other night. She just rolled her eyes. In jest, I told my parents the same thing. My dad got a bit upset.

Monday’s game = awesome. I played great. I excitedly came home to a wife who was having contractions. Her own words, “Not too bad, but they are happening.” We got no sleep that night. I woke up Tuesday thinking, “baby.” But, after getting up, Julie said the contractions went away. So, I went to school and work. Before the Tuesday game, I had this conversation with Julie:

Mike: Contractions?

Julie: about every 5 minutes

Mike: Scale of 1-10, how much pain?

Julie: 6 or 7

Mike: Think you are having the baby now?

Julie: I dunno.

Mike: Should you call the doctor?

Julie: I dunno.

Mike: At what point do you think, “I’ve had enough, let’s go to the doctor?”

Julie: I dunno.

Mike: When you cross that chasm, will you be sure to call? I’ll drop everything, even my game, and we’ll go.

Julie: Ok

I went to my game, knowing my wife was feeling above average pain and having contractions every 5-8 minutes. This game was awesome. I played out of my mind. One of the best officiated basketball games I’ve ever played. I must of had like 40-50 points. I’ll never forget that game! After the game, I’m driving home with these thoughts in my head.

Rational Mike: What if I get home and Julie is having serious contractions?

Mike: You think?

Rational Mike: What if I get home and Julie is so dialated that she can’t get an epidural?

Mike: Don’t say that man.

Rational Mike: What if she gives a natural birth, all because you weren’t there to take her to the hospital?

Mike: SHOOT! Why you gotta say this?

Rational Mike: What if word leaks out that you were the cause of no epidural? What will your mother in law do to you?

Mike: OK, I’m stepping on it!

I got home, Julie was still having contractions. She hadn’t called the dr. I did and pushed my through to his line. Got some directions, followed them. Eventually took Julie to the hospital. She was dialated to a 4. She GOT an epidural! YAY! That was a huge relief.

Now, 2 games in 2 days with no sleep in between = one tired Mikey.

I pulled out a cot and just sacked it right there in the hospital. Julie was on adrenilene, so sleep wasn’t in her game. Fortunately, the Drs had given her the little button to control the flow of epiduralness. She was like Ken Jennings on Double Jeopardy. She got shot up! Needless to say, she didn’t feel anything. So, I’m snoozin and Julie has no pain in the world. The nurse comes in to check around 4am and is like, “HOLY SMOKES, DR! GET IN HERE”

Long story short = Julie didn’t realize the baby was right there to be born. I wake up and in like 3 minutes am cutting some weird looking cord.

How about that for planning? I wanted Wednesday and I got it! I took the Wednesday off. Last night we had our church game, we won. We play tonight and hopefully tomorrow.

I’m really hoping to cap off this great week with 5 basketball games (all playoff by the way!) 5 for 5 in games and 1 for 1 with babies would be a great week for me.

Julie, bless her soul, is just so low maintenance/high yield. She just lets me play! I love it and I love her! Husbands = probably most won’t be able to get away with this behavior, so you can use me as your idiot excuse next time your in trouble. Wives = Be more like Julie.

This is proof that you can have your cake and eat it too, it just takes a lot of luck.

I wish I would have taken pictures of the basketball games. Sorry, nothing there to post about. However, I did get a few shots of the new family