When Irish eyes are smiling, sure it's like a morning spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter, you can hear the angels sing
And there is no Irishman who has made me laugh more than Dan-O, a/k/a Henry Hill.
Without further ado, his guest blog:
It was a wild ride but we were cool; after all, this wasn't our first rodeo.
I had a ball game Friday night and brought half the team home with me because I knew that a bunch of beer drinking, know-it-all, loud mouths was just what the doctor ordered for an over due mother to be. Dawn let me know that she had been having "cramps" all night and really wasn't in the mood for a fire side chat with the guys. I assured her that the wives have all been through this before and would have fantastic input.
We started a real barn burner in the fire pit when Dawn informed me that she needed to go for a walk. "Ok, let me get my shoes and I'll go with you" I said, "and nobody better touch my beer" I exclaimed as I headed out the door. We walked and talked and squawked and balked until finally, Dawn had to take a knee...actually, it was more like a truck. A gray Toyota 4-Runner to be exact (thanks John, I owe ya one). Dawn's water broke in John & Sara's driveway around 11:30 PM she certainly didn't feel like walking back to the house at this point so she had me start checking the neighbors doors to see if anything was open:
Sidebar: Over the years, Dawn has baked apple pies for nearly everyone in the neighborhood. She insisted that anyone bold enough to shoot at me for breaking-n-entering will end up with a surprise next pie season.
Nothing was open; I should have known, after all, everyone was sitting around the fire pit. Everyone that is except the little old bitty across the street from Dave's house. She was looking out her window watching the entire thing. I'm sure she was freaking out; after all, a lady hunched over in the front yard and a guy going from house to house checking doors and looking in windows with a flashlight is a bit strange.
Anyway, we got Dawn home in 4 contractions flat. Sara attended to her while I packed the car. Troy and Teri said that they would stay the night to watch Kenna. Everyone else assured me that they wouldn't stay too long or drink all my beer. "Really, it will be OK, you can trust us" kept repeating in my head over and over as I drove Dawn to the hospital.
By this time, Dawn was in full labor. I know this not by her body language; rather, by style of back seat driving; it was different some how: "Go Faster!", "Turn on the air conditioner", "Watch the bumps", "I'm cold, more heat I told you", "slow down you maniac", "Do you even know where you are going?" Normally, she doesn't mind the bumps.
We arrived at the hospital and I was still in one piece. Dawn was all hooked up by midnight when the anesthesiologist came in. "Are you in pain, do you want an epidural?" he asked and "#$&%*!@@&#^)@!" was the reply.
"Ok then, you should only feel a small prick" which of course summoned a few more choice comments from the mother of my children.
From the moment the drugs started surging into her system, Dawn became a new person. Everyone in the room looked around and breathed a sigh of relief. We all felt much better.
By 12:15 AM, Dawn was @ 7 cm and that means the show is about to start. The Docs were all on hand and by 1:30 AM it was time to push.
At 1:47 AM, Connor Patrick entered the world. Weighing in at 9 pounds & 9 ounces and this contender didn't miss a second to say hello to the world.
So now, everyone is healthy, happy and home. Kenna loves her new brother and cant wait to boss him around.
Congrats, Dan, Dawn and Kenna.
Love you guys.
Without further ado, his guest blog:
It was a wild ride but we were cool; after all, this wasn't our first rodeo.
I had a ball game Friday night and brought half the team home with me because I knew that a bunch of beer drinking, know-it-all, loud mouths was just what the doctor ordered for an over due mother to be. Dawn let me know that she had been having "cramps" all night and really wasn't in the mood for a fire side chat with the guys. I assured her that the wives have all been through this before and would have fantastic input.
We started a real barn burner in the fire pit when Dawn informed me that she needed to go for a walk. "Ok, let me get my shoes and I'll go with you" I said, "and nobody better touch my beer" I exclaimed as I headed out the door. We walked and talked and squawked and balked until finally, Dawn had to take a knee...actually, it was more like a truck. A gray Toyota 4-Runner to be exact (thanks John, I owe ya one). Dawn's water broke in John & Sara's driveway around 11:30 PM she certainly didn't feel like walking back to the house at this point so she had me start checking the neighbors doors to see if anything was open:
Sidebar: Over the years, Dawn has baked apple pies for nearly everyone in the neighborhood. She insisted that anyone bold enough to shoot at me for breaking-n-entering will end up with a surprise next pie season.
Nothing was open; I should have known, after all, everyone was sitting around the fire pit. Everyone that is except the little old bitty across the street from Dave's house. She was looking out her window watching the entire thing. I'm sure she was freaking out; after all, a lady hunched over in the front yard and a guy going from house to house checking doors and looking in windows with a flashlight is a bit strange.
Anyway, we got Dawn home in 4 contractions flat. Sara attended to her while I packed the car. Troy and Teri said that they would stay the night to watch Kenna. Everyone else assured me that they wouldn't stay too long or drink all my beer. "Really, it will be OK, you can trust us" kept repeating in my head over and over as I drove Dawn to the hospital.
By this time, Dawn was in full labor. I know this not by her body language; rather, by style of back seat driving; it was different some how: "Go Faster!", "Turn on the air conditioner", "Watch the bumps", "I'm cold, more heat I told you", "slow down you maniac", "Do you even know where you are going?" Normally, she doesn't mind the bumps.
We arrived at the hospital and I was still in one piece. Dawn was all hooked up by midnight when the anesthesiologist came in. "Are you in pain, do you want an epidural?" he asked and "#$&%*!@@&#^)@!" was the reply.
"Ok then, you should only feel a small prick" which of course summoned a few more choice comments from the mother of my children.
From the moment the drugs started surging into her system, Dawn became a new person. Everyone in the room looked around and breathed a sigh of relief. We all felt much better.
By 12:15 AM, Dawn was @ 7 cm and that means the show is about to start. The Docs were all on hand and by 1:30 AM it was time to push.
At 1:47 AM, Connor Patrick entered the world. Weighing in at 9 pounds & 9 ounces and this contender didn't miss a second to say hello to the world.
So now, everyone is healthy, happy and home. Kenna loves her new brother and cant wait to boss him around.
Congrats, Dan, Dawn and Kenna.
Love you guys.
posted by Joe at
7:14 AM
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Congrats! What a wonderful story.
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