My Baby Victor Is Here So Call Oxford And Wikipedia Because Cool Has To Be Redefined

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My son is four days old.

He was born on December 12, 2009, at 9:48pm at the Ottawa General Hospital. And I watched it happen.

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My girlfriend’s water broke on Friday, at 9pm. Our plan was to have a friend drive us directly to Ottawa, which would have worked out, but she had unpacked her emergency bag, and as we were stuffing clothes into cloth bags, my girlfriend’s mother arrived and created a panic, so we ended up in an ambulance which took us to the local hospital. On Friday our baby was at 35 weeks and five days. Anything under 36 weeks old means an automatic shuttle to Ottawa.

Because of the hour long drive to Ottawa a nurse took my spot in the ambulance, so I hitched a ride with my friend in her minivan. My mom, who had been at a Christmas party in Ottawa, met all of us at the hospital. Mom and my friend both left soon after arriving… for the rest of the weekend it was just me and my girlfriend.

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The Cerclage Is Coming Out So There Goes The Safety Net

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In a few hours my girlfriend and I will arrive at the Ottawa General Hospital so she can undergo a procedure to have the cerclage removed.

The cerclage is used when women have an “incompetent cervix” — which, basically, means the cervix is incapable of holding the foetus inside. It’s a stitch around the cervix. It can be very painful, and for a lot of reasons it has been very painful for my girlfriend.

So, because she’s well into the thirty-fourth week of the pregnancy, the doctor decided it would be okay to take it out and see what happens.

It’s a surgical procedure, so there are risks. Her cervix is flat, with the cerclage is really the only thing holding the kid inside. His head is also just too big to slide through the cervix, so the genetics of the gigantic Scottish head are on his side. The baby is also extremely low, and the sac is resting against the cerclage. So any missteps means the water breaks and we have a delivery.

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Things That Have Nothing To Do With My Girlfriend Being Pregnant And A Cooler Update

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It didn’t take long during the month my girlfriend was in the Ottawa General Hospital before I found out the cheapest lunch available in the cafeteria is a small bowl of soup, a carton of milk, a large handful of cracker packages, and as many jam packets as you can stuff into your pocket.

Total cost was three dollars. After several weeks, and many lunches, I found out the jam packets actually cost a quarter each, so this only works if you’re willing to steal food.

So a week ago, on Monday, I was sitting in the cafeteria, reading the Ottawa Citizen while eating a very hot bowl of cream of vegetable soup, when I accidentally inhaled a piece of cauliflower off my spoon. I definitely felt it hit my lung.

For the rest of the day, and all of the next, I kept thinking of the man who inhaled an inch-long piece of a plastic spoon while eating at a Wendy’s. He went two years with it jammed in his lung, never knowing why he was constantly fatigued, and suffering through prolonged coughing fits and recurring pneumonia.

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No Post Day | First Tune

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When we escaped from my father, we moved into a small two-bedroom apartment over a gas station. My memory on this is a little sketchy, but one of the things we ended up with was a cabinet record player: it was about six-feet long, the top tilted upwards, and inside was the record player.

And we did have records. I never really give her credit for this, but my mom does have good taste in music. Back in 1980, in our little apartment, she had “Rumours” by Fleetwood Mac, a Joan Armatrading album, and a Steely Dan. And one of the albums she owned was “Band On The Run” by ‘Paul McCartney & Wings’.

Which I discovered when I was nine, and I’d play it when I got home from school. I can remember playing the title track over and over and over again. I don’t think, for the first year I listened to the album, I ever got past “Jet”, the second track.

There were a lot of reasons why I fell in love with the song. It’s a great song, first, but it feels like three songs in one… from that great opening riff to the muscular guitar starting the second stanza, then the chorus changes the song completely again with the orchestra and acoustic guitar.

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