Faster than I thought
Faster than I thought, faster than I thought.
I have been, for the last few years, riding an old Figi mountain bike with the thought that maybe I am not as strong or fast as I used to be. I have ridden this thing for hundreds of miles and never seeming to over come the feeling of ridding with the brakes on. To over come that feeling I would take the long way home, pump harder and longer, and try to bring myself to exaustion before I got home from my short ride from work. I did this as often as I had the energy, and sometimes when I didn’t. On my trips to work I would try to make it from light to light with traffic. (Not keep up with traffic but to just make it from one light to the next before it turns and the cars go. ) My to work method worked sometimes and resulted in sitting in the beer cooler for a few minutes just to cool down before clocking in for work. I would from time to time greese the wheel bearings, lube the chain and make sure my tires had air. With that said, ridding that bike was like ridding in the mud. About a month ago while ridding home from work around three in the morning, peddling my ass off, my foot slipped. Now it didn’t slip in the usual way either, my foot slammed to the ground with a metalic clank, my other foot holding my body weight up at an uncomfortable angle after spinning backwards to the down position. The chain still intact, I realized that the peddle and crank arm snapped clean off the bike. I am half way home (which isn’t far) and now I am walking.
I wanted to go right out the next day and get anew bike; then life got in the way, christmas, cars breaking, baby being born… you know, everything that can happen will happen. Around a week ago I got tierd enough of watching my belly ground. My lovely wife knowing what bike I wanted went out and secured me one before the holiday rush finished them off. She brought it up to work so I could ride it home. At the end of my shift I aired up the tires with a hand pump, mounted my steed and like a profecional cyclest I was off… It didn’t last long because I was home in like three minutes, no really, like three minutes. Yeah that was increadable, I was ready to ride until morning. My new shwin tourist is pretty quick mover.
I am always told that the smaller the tires the easier it is to peddle and the faster you can go. I believe those truth sayers now. I have ridden to work everyday since except Christmas. I am loving it, I want to just get out and go until I can’t go any futher and have my lovely wife come get me.
Needless to say, I am happy.
Harvey is now almost twenty days old and is picking up his head and looking around. He makes pucker lips all the time and really love the teet. He is still so tiny and I hold him when I can since I am never home. Reagan is all the more attatched to me now than he has been ever. My budy and me. Macey is all the help with mama.
January 5th I am planning on another Eat the weeds class. Reagan and I went to one six months ago or so. I am not sure if he is going woth me this time, as I would like a little more time to pay attention to what Green Dean has to say on our walk in the park.
Up until what you are reading I am at work writing this, after the dots I’ll be home writing this so I can add some more to this…
A few days have past since I started this post.
I am still riding the Shwin and loving it.
Harvey is home.
The good news is that my son Harvey is home, with his family, and is a perfect little bundle of joy with all his tiny little fingers and toes. Everything went medicaly well during his birth and introduction to this crazy world. The day started at about 3:45 in the morning and on my end there was no need to wake since I had not yet fallen asleep from the night before. Sarah got up and started making sure we were all set to go while I handled putting the kids in the van and asking if she remebered different random things we may need. She had everything under control and I just smiled at her awesomeness. From the house we went to my parents who were eagerly awaiting Macey and Reagan’s arival. Macey in no way wanted to stay with them, only because she wanted to meet Harvey as soon as we got to make his accauintence. It took a couple of minutes but we managed to leave with enough time to get some hot chocolate and make it to the hospital with time to spare.
After arriving, we got checked in and brought up to the labor and delivery ward where all the festivities were about to begin. It was a nice room, though nothing I would want to spend to much time in regularly. The clock said it was five am. IV’s got started, plans were presented, and shift change happend; the new nurses came in and finally sarted her on the patossin. From there it was a waiting game; Sarah and I tried to get some sleep until the Dr. came in. When she got to the room to see Sarah ,she told us “well I think you’ll be having the baby around one pm”. There went all my precious and much needed sleep, since it was almost nine now and family started showing up; more people were in and out of the room than I could count. At amost one Sarah really started having contractions and decided she wanted an epidural. The nurses, in vain, kind of tries to convince her to skip it since she was so far along. “No” she said, and soon there after the anastisiologist showed up with his greater than thou you are waisting my time, I should be facebooking, bad ass good job doing self with his helper who was pretty calm and collected. The nurse had me hold Sarah’s shoulders, (I had a very empty stomach, no sleep, and nothing to drink at all), I got this. I go to holding my lovely wife up and am watching the guy fill her spine with pain easing fluids of joy. (Hey why are my arms all tingly, oh I’m getting all warm. Am I having a heart attack? Is this when I am going to die? What the hell is going on? If I fall I am going to pull Sarah down too. “Nurse, we need to switch spots right now. Yes I am fine just take over. I’ll sit down. Oh not on the floor. The chair. Right, that is where I was going. I am okay, I don’t drink soda any more. I’ll drink it but I am fine.” What the hell was that. Yeah that is how about a minute of my life went. I have never felt that way that I can remember any how. I let her down and there is no way to redeam that. All I can say though is that I guess I needed some good food and bad sugar.
Sarah laid down after the epidural, gave a practice push for the nurse who went and got the Dr.. Sarah gave a pracice puch for the doctor who promtly put on her sterile gear and had her push again. Harvey’s head came out with that push; the rest of him came out with a second half push. That boy was as purple as Grimmis and just about as big too. Eight pounds fourteen ounces. He quickly went from purple to bright red, closely resembling the hard exo-skeleton of a freshly cooked lobsted. Yes it was a fast delivery. I held Sarahs right leg and her mom held her left leg; Macey who stayed in the room with us held the shoulders of the nurse who would be soon taking care of my sons medical well being for the duration of our stay. By saying she was holding on to the nurses shoulders I was trying to convey that she was being held up off the ground making it possible for her to see the entire delivery. Macey’s face was priceless, with utter discust writen all over it; she didn’t squint away or try to hide her eyes either. My little four year old held out like a champ. There was a stool waitng for her over by the heated crib that Havey would spend some time in after getting cleaned up and fed. Macey diligently watched everyting the nurse did and managed not to get in the way at all. She did reach out to touch his feet after they were clean and didn’t look as messy as when he was first presented to her. Before everything was all cleaned up I took her, from her watchfull position upon the stool, into my arms and carried her to where the plasenta laid used and wasted waiting to be dicarded like broken toy. I told her that was where Harvey was sleeping all this time in mommy’s belly. She wasn’t pleased with what I had presented her, even though she did want to touch it. Macey went back to Harvey to make sure he was in good handes.
I kept my eye on Sarah during and after the birth to make sure nothing was wrong and to let her know that through all this she is still my number one. After the clean up, people started flowing in and thats when things got hectic. I quickly fixed that and things went back to normal. Soon after everyone was gone and it was just the three of us, I got some sleep here and there, Sarah fed Harvey here and there, sleeping very little. Havery did a lot of sleeping until about midnight. He said goodmorning and stayed up until about six in the morning. My wife by the way is a champ.
Havery is home now. Just sucking up the good life. Tomorrow is his first doctors appointment.
Sitting at the hospital
We are here, all three of us, at the hospital waiting for shift change so that Sarah can be started on this delivery. Macey and Reagan are at my parents house not going back to sleep like they were hopping, sorry guys.
Sarah is just laying here answering text messages and watching tv. Labor hasn’t really set in yet and may not for a while since Reagan took all day during the his delivery. She is going to try to brave this birth with out any epidural to block the pain. I am so proud of her.
I am sitting next to her waiting for my new baby boy. I haven’t had any sleep yet and am not tierd either; this alertness is not just a result of personal excitement. Last night, I had for the first time in a while a large amount of caffine after dinner and that set me up for no sleep.
I am going to cut this short and get back to enjoying my time with my wife. I’ll write later to let everyone know how Harvey’s birth day went.
Blue tooth keyboard
My parents just picked up two blue tooth keyboards and I have just kiddnappd one of them to play with for a few minutes. It is a sumacLife keyboard. The keys are a little stiff but I am sure that with time they will loosen up.
While I am here.
Sarah will be having our third baby tonight or in the morning. She is 4cm dialated so any minute now we will get to meet Harvey H. Trump. I am very excited about all of this. I am going to keep this at that and will write more when we are in the hospital tonight or tomorrow.
Michael Trump 