Sat 25 Mar 2006
Hey, who says I'm not allowed to be excited about this
Following is a boring description of the birth, primarily intended so that I don't have to tell the story a million times to family and friends reading this Those not interested in details, just scroll down for a couple of pics...
Margit and me woke up at about 2.30 am this morning to what looked to be the starting phases of contractions (both of us really had no idea, but hey, what else could it have been?? ).
Being my always mathematical self I straightaway started timing these things but in the beginning they were a bit hit and miss. Anyway, about an hour later they started becoming more regular and increasingly painful. At this stage I was already counting about 6 minutes between them, which I was promptly told was not possible. Naturally, one does not argue this at such a moment. Having called the hospital (about 30-40 mins drive away), and noticing that the periods between contractions were down to about 4-5 minutes we headed over to the hospital where we arrived at about 5 to find Margit was about 6 cm diluted (is that what this is called in English?). Half an hour later it was 8 and at about 6.15 the doctor decided to give it a few tries. This while Margit insisted that this was the perfect time to hit her with pain killers, but the doctor refused. Anyway, to make a 'long' and painful story short, an hour and a half later Malia Klingen Daams was born! I didn't realize baby's were quite that blue at birth, but I was happy to hear her give some snorts pretty quick.
Margit is doing really well and surprisingly fresh, but they say that's one of the benefits of giving birth quickly (one of the downsides being that the pain is aparently more acute). Malia is healthy as can be and was doing nothing but drinking breastmilk and sleeping when I left the hospital about an hour ago.
Here's a couple of pictures of the new family.