The bullpen for many decades has been a place that leaves men to their thoughts or really whatever tickles their fancy.  While the rest of the team participates in nine innings of  action, these men hope that a fairly old fairly plump man aka manager calls with them in his mind.  (wow that put a creepy rather unpleasant spin on the use of a bullpen pitcher)  The truth of the matter, however is that the worst thing to happen is to receive no call at all.  Its bad enough that throughout the entire game that could go on for what seems an eternity you could only be utilized for one ininng or one batter or worse yet one measly stinking pitch.   When no call is made.  Most fierce competitors become angry, with the opinion that they are underutilized bullpen pitchers.  They would argue that the worst possible situation has occured for them, however I will argue the opposite. 

First, I must start by saying the Bullpen is by far the most underrated bench in all of sports and from this moment on shall be capitalized whenever used.  There is not one bench in all of sports other than the Bullpen that nobody in the stands or on TV looks at less.  Many would look upon this as a bad thing, however this is what gives the Bullpen its very appeal.  The Bullpen is a very sacred place because off of its very benches rise some of the biggest characters in all of sports, however not even that fact could attract eyes to two bumps spread 60 feet 6 inches across from two plates.  The Bullpen could be filled with a monkey juggling on a unicycle or playboy playmates mudd wrestling and no one would notice.  This makes the Bullpen the perfect place to pull unlimited pranks, eat a three course meals, compare wild times with groupies and slump-busters or debate about the very latest in sports at the present.  Unfortunately for many I will be discussing the later, throughout The Bullpen !!

An understandingName Brands of exactly why the birth mother gave them up TV & Video is important to getting over that feeling of loss.”
It’s likely that Angelina would never stand Remote StartersZahara’s way if she wanted to meet her birth family when she is old enough to make that choice. “Zahara, like Maddox and Pax, knows that she is adopted,” says Angie’s friend. “As they did with Maddox when they took him on a trip to Cambodia last year and as they will do with Pax and Vietnam, they’ll take Zahara back to Ethiopia to get to know the country where she came from, its people and its customs and cultures.If, at some point in the future, it feels right, then Angelina might take Zahara to meet her mom and her other relatives.
“But let’s not forget that these people abandoned Zahara,” adds Angelina’s friend. “If it wasn’t for Angie’s intervention, she would have died.”

Album: The Birth
Artist: Stardeath & White Dwarfs

It may just be some cosmic accident, but the stars align and the universe listens when the Coyne family speaks. Stardeath & White Dwarfs are going to catch attention for being related to the Flaming Lips (Singer Dennis Conye being Wayne Conye’s nephew) and comparisons between the two groups will surely be made. But while Stardeath’s sound may be inspired by its older uncle, it manages to create an identity for itself.

The Birth marks the first full length for Stardeath & White Dwarfs. It embarks on a minimalistic, psychedelic fuzz laced trip. But it is not a trip in outer space, or a drug trip. But a trip of the individual rather than the whole. Tales of personal loss, discovery, and exploration of emotion are backed by a clean production and very well defined instrumentation. Each instrument takes up its own space, and never really overpowers any other musical element. Dennis Coyne’s voice is especially powerful, being able to stand out against a torrent of intergalactic star dust fired at light speed.

The Birth is like an observatory of the Self. Everything becomes so clear and understood in that moment, before it passes on with only the fading light as a memory. And one day that light will go black, but for those who were there to witness it they will tell you that it was a beautiful thing.

Stardeath & White Dwarfs’ Official Myspace

While this decision presents a positive advance for women

Okay this post is a bit of a dip back in time, just a few months and a few days though….7 months to be precise. Back to the day this little ballerina toes arrived into the world. I wrote my birth story a few weeks later and posted it on www.rollercoaster.ie So here it is for posterity….

my (very long) birth story! 29/07/2008 15:20:05

(DH is abbreviation for Dear Husband on the rollercoaster forums)

the first photo of many...

my (very long) birth story! 29/07/2008 15:20:05

Hi girls,

Well my little cutie Hannah is doing what she loves most (well, apart from feeding) and having a little snooze, so I thought I’d try & get my birth story posted while I have time. It’s been so busy the past week – with minding her, staring at her endlessly, cuddling her, feeding her, winding her, changing her, replying to hundreds of text messages, trying to phone the well wishers back after missing their calls repeatedly, remembering to look after myself in the middle of all this – but God I wouldn’t change any of it for just one second!

So…I posted last Sunday week about my waters breaking – were they? / weren’t they?…and after visiting the emergency room & having a sweep, I was booked in for 8am Tuesday to be induced. Monday was a very weird night, I still had no contractions yet knew I would probably have a baby by that time the next night – it was so weird! I thought I was okay, but was actually very subconsciously worried & stressed – stayed up til 1am trying to finish knitting a cardigan I’d started! (Psycho-knitting as DH called it!) Couldn’t sleep once I got to bed and woke at 6.30am. I was afraid to eat a big brekkie in case I was sick later on during labour – I have a huge fear of puking! One slice of toast & a cuppa tea later, we headed off to the Rotunda.

Myself & DH got there in plenty time, and waited from 8am to 11.30am to be called – but only to be registered & told they were waiting for a bed for me. I was getting worried around 1pm that I’d be sent home again & have to worry for another 24 hours, but they called me at 1.30pm. We went upstairs to the delivery ward and I was given a bed in a ward, got changed into my sexy grey Pennys nightdress and a lovely midwife came along to chat and take my notes. When I got changed, the midwife checked me and thought she found mec 1 – a very light strain of meconium (baby’s first poo, which should happen after the birth) and said she’d have to get a doc to examine me. So a doc came along and did an internal examination which REALLY feckin hurt! He was quite rough with me – but he apologised and said he had to see if it was meconium or not – and said he was happy it wasn’t. He also said I was 1cm dilated, which I was surprised about – I didn’t think anything would be happening for a while, but it seemed I was already started. I was put on a trace for 30 mins & baby’s heart beat was grand.

So at 2pm yet another lovely midwife called Dawn came along and brought me to my delivery room. I was hooked up onto two traces, one for babzer’s heartbeat and one for my contractions. It showed I was having strong enough contractions but wasn’t feeling any pains. They hooked me up onto the oxytocin drip at 2.30pm and pretty much straight away I started having stronger contractions which I could feel. They were mildish to stronger period-type-pains, quite manageable and I got stuck into my breathing from the antenatal class. My midwife said she needed to get to a stage where I was having 7 strong contractions in 15 mins, so every 15mins she’d up the dose of oxytocin and the contractions picked up in strength and frequency. She kept asking if I was okay – and I was…so she surmised I had a high pain threshold, which I was delighted with – thinking “is this is?? If so – it’s a doddle!” Every now and then I’d hear a woman roaring down the corridor which was a bit freaky at first, but Dawn reassured me, saying every labour is different, some women react to pain differently, etc – and not to worry. But a few seconds later we’d hear a baby crying and I’d get a lump in the back of my throat and think “oh my god – that’s gonna be me in a few hours!”

BUT ..and of course there’s always a a but! BUT…around 4.30pm Dawn said she hadnt had lunch & since I seemed to be managing fine with the contractions, she’d nip off for 45 mins for a coffee. She gave me a bell to ring incase of problems so the midwife from next door would be in to me. And of course Murphy’s Law – no sooner was she gone, than one of the machines started giving out a loud alarm noise and the monitor showed that baby’s heartbeat had dipped right down. On top of this I got an almighty painful contraction so we rang the bell straight away and the midwife from next door came in, said baby’s heartbeat had dipped because of the strong contraction but it was fine. She could see I was starting to get a bit distressed with the pains so she gave me the gas & air and showed me how to suck it in and out when I got a contraction.

So that was me started on the pain relief. I got it wrong the first few times, only taking one suck per contraction from the gas, I didn’t realise I had to breathe it in and out for the entire duration of the contraction, but once I got the hang of it – it was great. It made me a bit disorientated at the start and I had one or two trippy moments, where I had weird delusional / hallucination-type episodes, but overall it made the labour very manageable and I got through the next 2 hours with it.

However in the back of my mind, I kept thinking “the midwife said to make sure I asked for the epidural on time – while I could keep still enough to get it inserted in my spine” – and because the contractions were getting stronger, around 6pm I asked for the epidural. All sense of time and place had gone funny in my head because of the gas, so I thought I waited about an hour for the anaesethist to show up, but DH said he arrived in 5 minutes. Once I got the epidural, the contractions started to ease off about 20 mins later, but I could still feel them down my left side and still hung onto the gas and air. My midwife got me to turn onto my left side and gave me a top up of the epidural, which started to work on my left side, so in no time at all, both my legs and my abdomen were totally numb and I was able to lie back and relax. I tried to read a magazine but I was a bit exhausted and dazed, so I just lay back thinking “I can’t believe I am actually having a baby, very soon, in this room – this is TOO weird!” I kept looking over at the corner where Dawn had laid out the baby’s first set of clothes, ready for them to be dressed – it was just surreal looking at the empty vest and babygro, thinking a little person would soon be wearing them!

Whilst all of this madness was going on – cos it was madness, my whole afternoon was a total blur of machine beepy noises, DH going in and out to put money in the meter for the car, going to buy me a magazine & himself a sandwich, people phoning and texting him, DH & Dawn chatting about normal every day stuff, I lost all sense of time whatsoever and even to get this story written, had to ask DH to give me the order of events as they happened!

Dawn said she would do an exam on me at 7pm, so 7pm came and off she went. I didn’t feel a single thing because of the epidural, but she said I was 7cm dilated and things were going great. She said she reckoned I’d have the baby by 12pm.

I think shortly after that a new midwife called Edel arrived to take over for the night shift, so we said goobye to the fantastic girl who’d helped us all day – although I didn’t say thanks quite enough, cos I was too out-of-it and tired! But I’m sure she understood! So my new midwife said she’d do another exam at 9pm and see how things were. After this, things were pretty quiet, I was relaxing & DH was reading a fishing magazine ☺ And when 9pm came, she did the exam, said I’d had a show and said I was now 10cm dilated and ready to start pushing! She said we’d leave my body do some work of it’s own for an hour and we would start pushing at 10pm. She said baby’s head was making it’s way down, but not fully down yet – so she was hoping my body & the contractions would get the head in position by 10pm. However she also said there were definite signs of meconium, so she would have to have an obstetrician and paediatrician for the birth incase of any complications.

So yet again, I was lying back in the bed, feeling like I was having an out-of-body experience, thinking “okay…I am going to be pushing a baby out in one hours time – this is TOO weird!” Even at that late stage it still hadnt really hit me I was HAVING A BABY! I had to keep saying it over and over in my head – to convince myself….I just cant explain it any better than that – it was surreal to the max!

And finally, 10pm arrives and it’s time to push. I must say this really was hard work, especially since I couldn’t feel my legs and they were a dead weight. I had to sit up like we did in ante natal class, hold my legs and take a deep breath and push – 3 pushes per contraction. DH had to hold one leg and Edel held the other, but because even my bum was totally numb, it was reeeeally hard to try and hold myself up and push. We did it for 30 mins but then Edel told me to stop and rest for 30 mins because the emergency team were in the middle of an emergency caesarean – and if we needed them, they wouldn’t be available. So at 10.30pm we started again – and somewhere during that time, the doc arrived in too. The doc said she would have to use the Kiwi (ventouse suction thingy) to give the baby a hand, cos it was having trouble doing the last bit – and baby’s heartbeat had started dipping again at the end of contractions. So a few more VERY difficult pushes later – and out pops the baby. I couldn’t feel a single thing and just saw the blueish whiteish pinky wriggly thing down there in the docs hands between my legs. I had to ask DH if it was a girl or a boy and – it was a girl. I felt totally dazed and disorientated, I almost wasn’t quite sure what was going on. They threw her on my chest for a quick second and then rushed her over to be cleaned and check her throat for meconium. Then I got her back, skin on skin for 30 mins and it was lovely – I just couldn’t believe her tiny dark little eyes staring into mine and her teeny weeny little finger nails – and her long fingers and long toes!

But I must say – whilst it was lovely holding her, I didn’t get the mad burst of emotions I’ve read on other people’s birth stories – and it bothered me for a few days, I felt really guilty about it. I never shouted an exclamation of “oh my god we have a beautiful little baby” or the likes, I didn’t cry with joy, I didn’t look at DH and get tears in my eyes – I just felt completely zonked, dazed, zoned out, as if this was happening to someone else – not me – and I was just an observer. I was exhausted and just a bit baffled by all this craziness. So yeah I was upset and feeling guilty about it for a few days, but now I know I love her more than anything in the world and that’s all that matters.

When I got to the ward at 2am, they made DH go home pretty much straight away – which we were both a bit upset about. He didnt realise he’d be booted out and just wanted to spend time with me & Hannah. But once he was gone I managed to sit myself up in bed with much effort –and spent the night just staring at her. I stared at her all night, fed her lying on my side, started at her all the next day, got through 2 rounds of visitors, didn’t sleep at all during the day, felt totally wrecked but continued to stare at her all the next evening too before eventually going to sleep at 2am after a fantastic and wonderful day of loving this new little human being, my family loving this new human being, my husband loving this new human being – and me, more than ever before. So it was great.

And it still is great. She is a week old today (well she will be at 11.39pm tonight) and we’re getting on just fine. Breastfeeding is going well, although I spend a lot of the time going “shit – am I doing it right? is she getting enough? why is she feeding every ten minutes? why do her poos look like that? Am I winding her enough? Why did she just puke so much? Is she okay?” But I know they’re all questions which will be answered with time. And little Hannah is happy out, a very content and very quiet little baby. I couldn’t have asked for more.

I’m sure I’ve forgotten lots of details from my birth, it was just all a bit confusing and hectic. But overall, I really do feel it was a positive experience. It definitely hasn’t put me off ever having another child. And I really hope it might give someone about to give birth a bit more confidence….it’s not the worst thing ever, it’s not the end of the world, infact it’s the beginning of a new world! It is manageable and the end result is the most amazing thing on earth. And another thing….midwives are my new heroes, they are just amazing women.

Good luck to any of the July Mums still waiting….just enjoy the experience. Xxxy

Supposed to be for WDIR in August ‘08; Republished at Uptown. Theo – The Birth (Review)

and here’s the whole record if you want to download it. 

Had a really bad night again, suffering from constant back ache which seemed to be causing me pains down my right leg but also felt stronger at times.  Thankfully I was due at the hospital for 10am to see the consultant so after my shower we set off.  The pains were steadily getting worse and worse and I was almost at the point where I was in tears with them.  Not quite sure what Kevin thought, but I did wonder if he thought I was imagining it all.

Arrived for my appointment and told the receptionist that I was in a lot of pain, so I was taken straight through and put on a montior for half an hour after which they told me that I was not having contractions and to wait to see the consultant.  The nurse then came out and asked me to go through to do another urine test because the results from the Centro de Salud hadn’t come through, and I also started feeling sick at this time.

By this stage the pains were much worse and becoming more and more regular and I couldn’t even sit down properly.  I was stood in the corridor with Kevin holding me and rubbing my back when the nurse came out and called me in to see the consultant.  I couldn’t even speak properly to her I was in that much pain and she knew immediately that something was not right.  They were still waiting on the urine results but she also said she thought I could have a problem with my kidneys which could be the reason I was in so much pain.

She decided to put me straight on a pain relief drip in the hope that they could ease the pains a little, but I was unable to sit down at all by this time so they took me through to one of the dilation rooms where I was able to lay down.  Marina was the midwife looking after me and after the pain relief didn’t work she put me on a drip of fluids and valium to try to make things work quicker, the consultant thought that maybe the baby was laid on my sciatic nerve which was causing the pains to be so strong.  None of the drips worked to ease the pain, but they did cause me to throw up so Marina decided to do an internal examination which showed that I was in labour and the pains were definitely contractions because I was already 3cm dilated.

I was immediately given steroid injections to help Kadon’s lungs develop with him being 6 weeks early and they tried to slow the labour down a little to give them time to work, but I think Kadon had other ideas because that didn’t work and by 4.30pm I was at the stage where I was 6-7cm dilated with only 1 minute between contractions and told that if I wanted an epidural now was the time to have it otherwise it would be too late.

I soon started feeling better after the epidural and had time to gain some strength back before it was time to start pushing.  Kevin phoned Mum and Cheryl and told them I was now fully dilated and that Kadon would be arriving very soon and they arrived at the hospital just as I was starting to push……..and our beautiful son was born at 1850 hours weighing 2.495 kg and crying…….what a wonderful sound.

The peadiatricians were waiting outside the room to look after Kadon and after a few moments they brought him back in to us for a kiss, and I had my first cuddle.  It was very emotional because we knew Kadon would then be taken through to neonatal to be looked after but it was lovely to be able to hold him and the tears were flowing.

Kevin was brilliant throughout the whole labour, looking after me and seeing his son being born into the world.  Marina looked after me the whole time and was wonderful in the way she helped me to relax and prepare myself for the actual delivery…..we found the whole labour experience very calming and the minute Kadon was born, the pains were forgotten about and it was all worth it.

Kadon was taken into neonatal while I was stitched and after about half an hour Mum and Cheryl were able to come into the labour room to see me.  Kevin was allowed to go through to see Kadon and I was then put in a wheel chair and taken through to them, where we were able to spend some time with him.

He was laid on a heated bed on a nasal respirator and the nurses/midwife said that he was doing really well.  Fortunately Mum had brought her camera and we were able to get our first photos of our son in the outside world, he looked so small laid there, but he was a good weight for his term.

We were taken back to the labour room where Mum and Cheryl were waiting for us and I had put back into bed to rest before being taken through to the ward.  We decided that it would be best for Kevin to go home to sleep that night so he could get a decent rest but before he left we went back through to see Kadon to see how he was doing.  The nurses told us that were going to put him on a CPAP ventilator which would be easier for Kadon as he wouldn’t have to work so hard to breathe.

It’s difficult having to leave him in the neonatal unit, but we know he’s in the best place and we can go visit him any time day or night if we want to.  Saying good-night to Kevin was also hard, but he needs to rest as much as he can to have enough strength to get through each day at the hospital, which is going to be hard on all of us.

New video from the Rhode Island Hero, Theo, off of his mixtape The Birth that he dropped on OKP (also here) last year sometime in August (it feels funny saying last year..)

Here is the premiere of Theo’s “Dillagence” video from his album The Birth that was dropped a while back.

PREVIOUS: Theo – Roberta Flack Revisited (prod. Flying Lotus)

So, we’re home. Well we were, Ian has already packed up Isla and Harper and has taken them to visit his parents – he’s such a proud Dad. So, I should be relaxing on the lounge, but I just wanted to come in here and jot everything down before I am completely rushed off my feet!

I’d really like to thank everyone for their well wishes, texts, emails etc, it’s meant a lot to me to feel so supported through the pregnancy and birth of Harper. Thursday was both the most wonderful and terrifying experience in my entire life all rolled into one moment.

The birth

My sister and I arrived at the hospital at 7am while Ian took Isla to kindy for the day. We went up to the Birthing Unit and sat in the triage room until theatre called for me. A little while after 8 Ian arrived, and I was sitting on the bed absolutely crapping myself, I was so scared. Just as I said to Ian and Kate, “I don’t think having a baby was a good idea” the midwife came in to say theatre were ready.

I was told I’d get the spinal in the anaesthetic bay but they wanted to do it in theatre – and even though this was my 4^th operation, I’d always been too scared to open my eyes inside the operating room. It wasn’t as bad as I thought, although I did have to try really hard not to think about what all the equipment is for. I had to sit on the edge of the table with my feet hanging over, while another anaesthetist held onto my shoulders. They washed my back down with something absolutely freezing, then they gave me the local. It took a long time to do the spinal though, the anaesthetist was training someone on how to insert it, and kept saying things like “No! No! Don’t bend it! No not like that!” Far out! So, it took a few attempts to get everything positioned right, and once it was in I couldn’t believe how bizarre it felt – at first it went down my bum and legs, they felt all warm, fuzzy and heavy.

Once that happened, they got me to lay down and they put the sheet up and tested me to see how well the spinal was working. They rubbed an ice-cube on my forehead then on my stomach to see whether I could feel the cold or just the sensation. After a few goes, I couldn’t feel the cold from the boobs down.

Kate was then let in, armed with her iPod to distract me, as soon as she came in I started shaking uncontrollably. Kate put the earplugs in and I didn’t even know that they’d started, I thought they were still getting everything set up. I could feel a bit of pressing on my tummy, and I just assumed they were feeling the position of the baby, so I was surprised that when the first song finished and I heard Kate saying, “she’s almost here!”. I felt a big push on my tummy, then I felt a lot lighter, then I heard her little screams!

One of the theatre staff took my camera and took some photo’s of her arrival, but she flicked the setting to video camera, so I have some pretty gory footage of the inside of me, but the audio is good, all I can hear is Harper crying, Kate crying and me crying and asking “is she okay?”, “Is it a girl” and “She’s really big!”. The moment I laid eyes on her, the iPod played “Beautiful Girl” by INXS although technically, she was born while I listened to Fall Out Boy!

Kate was able to trim the cord and took lots of photos for me. The baby was all wrapped up and I was able to give her a few kisses and strokes on the forehead before she went off to be weighed and measured. I wished she had stayed in there with me a little longer. I also wish I was able to move my right arm to be able to see her properly.

After she was taken, Kate was supposed to go with her, but she refused and stayed with me for the rest of the operation, and I’m so glad that she did. One of the theatre staff was insisting that she leave, but we’d already asked someone else who said it was okay, so Ian waited in the nursery with her. I was still shaking uncontrollably and when I could sense that they had a tray on my tummy that they were putting their clamps etc into I started to feel really sick, but one quick injection and I was okay. The worst part of it all was I had the worst case of dry mouth of my entire life, I couldn’t swallow anything and it was making me feel awful!

It wasn’t long until everything was finished and I went to recovery for what was meant to be 30 minutes. They had to get me off the operating table (obviously!) and they had to roll me from one side to the other and I was convinced that I was going to fall on the floor, I kept pleading with them, “Please don’t let me fall!”. So, off to recovery, I couldn’t stop shaking, so I stayed there for over 2 hours. It was really awful, all I wanted was to see Ian and the baby, but I had to stay until the shakes had gone. They loaded me up with heated blankets (I think I had 5 in the end) and made me do deep breathing exercises, but nothing worked. All my obs were normal, so after about 2 hours I was allowed to go but I still had the shakes when I got to my room. I had to wait about 20 minutes before the nurse went to find Ian and Harper, then I was allowed to have all the cuddles I could!

Harper Joni Kate

Born at 9.34am

Weight: 8lb

Length: 53cm

HC: 36cms

For the last, I don’t know, 3 months or so I’ve been working on a website for The Birth in Apple’s iWeb on my MacBook.  There’s a whole heckload of tedious minutae that goes into an intentional design.

Well, tonight at about 11:30 when I was trying to do some updating of the old website in the old iWeb, old iWebby decided he was going to, well, I don’t know what really…but in the moment, that merest fraction of a second that he did whatever it was he did, it TOTALLY screwed the background and some of the layout of The Birth website.

I thought I was going to cry.  I may have shed a tear.  Or two.

But I brushed myself off, rolled up my sleeves and salvaged what I could with my sanity still intact.

By the time you read this the updated though slightly backpedaled Birth website should have a chunk of new material on it.

“Wealth, like happiness, is never attained when sought after directly. It comes as a by-product of providing a useful service.”

-Henry Ford

TheRoadToWealth.wordpress.com is a blueprint for the journey to success, riches, and ultimately……WEALTH.

Wealth is a state of mind that is elusive to most. To a select few it’s a lifestyle, its a decision to wake up every morning into abundance. To have a sense of one-ness with the universe and a higher understanding of the lifestyle we hope to obtain. It’s easy to lose yourself in the city that never sleeps. To be the card that gets lost in the shuffle, better yet the individual that gets lost in the abyss of the institutionalized world. It’s even easier to go about your daily routine thinking that your thoughts and actions are on auto-pilot.

The hard part is to wake up and make the decision to let your dreams pour out into your real life, to allow the vision of your ideal life permission to become more than just a vision, to silence the nay-sayers and dream killers and make the decision to embrace change. Compliance is easy…..change requires time and effort. For those who seek success and true happiness in life you must be re-born into the mindstate of health, love, & WEALTH.

We’d like everyone to meet our little girl River Rae Bella. She showed up Friday night at 11:49p.m. perfect as can be.  We are so overwhelmed with love for our new little one, we can’t stop staring at her and giving her kisses.  Early Friday morning contractions started feeling quite strong so we stayed up and kept track of them.  Around 6:00a.m. we called Jill our Midwife and after speaking with her awhile it seemed that we where in the early stages of prelabor.  Our birthing tub arrived at the house around 9:00a.m.  As labor progressed we really started seeing more action around 11:00a.m. from there we continued our Hypnobirthing and relaxation to manage the pain, kept moving around alot and did some Yoga.  Around 6:30p.m. I got in the tub and started experiencing much stronger contractions, a couple hours later my water broke and within the next 30 minutes I had the urge to push.  Jill checked me and said well lets have a baby!  We where so exstatic as we where all kind of starting to think we had a lot more laboring to do.  So little River just snuck up on us!  After pushing for a little over an hour little River emerged in the tub safe and sound at 11:49p.m.  Jill plopped her up on my belly and a huge emotional rush just overcame Jeff and I as we looked down at our little miracle we created.  I don’t think either of us have felt so much love all at once.  I couldn’t have managed my way throw my labor without the attention of my husband.  Jeff was so amazing as he talked me through it all staying positive the whole way.   We are so happy with the choices we made with our Birth, she was safe and calm the whole way through.  Jill said it was as if River didn’t even know she was in labor.  We’d like to thank Jill for the amazing job she did and the education shes brought us through this whole process.  As well as Kat, thank you so much for your support!  And Mom you have such a calm gentle nature about you and it was truly a blessing that you where there.  Thank you to all of our family and friends who’ve come by and called, all your support and well wishes are so appreciated and we love you all so much!

The Proud Parents

With the elections less than 24 hours away, this episode is a re-run off his The Birth mixtape, which delves into  the issues of the world today.

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