Times are a changin and i finally bit the bullet to upgrade to the new D90.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
More photos..
Today I finally put my trusty Nikon D70 to rest. Still taking great shots up to and including today.
Times are a changin and i finally bit the bullet to upgrade to the new D90.
Times are a changin and i finally bit the bullet to upgrade to the new D90.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 02, 2009
Not a momment too soon....
October 2nd... it is five days until Julie's due date. Julianne and I were out last night at the Leafs home openner. (the lost to the Habs 4-3 with 12 seconds left in OT) Julie's mom stayed over to watch Russell and she helps watch the little guy as we get ready in the morning. I leave for work and shortly after, Julie takes Russell to daycare and then, to the Nissan dealership to get the oil changed in the Altima.
Around 10 in the morning I get a call from Julianne who is at the dealership. She says she feeling mild contractions around 10 minutes apart. Now for our long term readers, you may recal when Russell was born, we ended up going to the hospital twice. First we were sent back because the contractions weren't strong enough and Julianne wasn't dialated enough. see LCBO night!!! (aka - Russell day -1) When they finally did admit us, we were in the hospital for over 18 hours until the final push came. See Russell Day 0.
So with this news, i figure the baby is coming today or tomorrow, pretty much just like Russell. (4 days early again) I tell Julie to call me immediately if anything changes but we agree to go about our day.
Closer to noon, Julie calls again. She is at home now, not much change in the contractions. She asks if I can pick Russell up from daycare around 3:30. This would be after his nap. At this time, Russell is actually out in Whitby apple picking with his class. I agree I'll leave work early and get Russell after his nap.
I trekked down to Yonge and Eglinton with some coworkers to a Mexican restraunt. Chimichanga...really good, authentic Mexican cuisine. (verified by my Mexican coworkers) I get back to the office at 2, and receive another call. It's Julianne again. The contractions are getting stronger and are about 7 minutes apart. I leave work immediately. Julie asks that I pick up Russell on my way home and she will ask her Mom to come from work to watch him. Now in my head i'm still thinking no problem. The "book" says if its your 2nd baby, come to the hospital if contractions are between 5-7 minutes. Then I figure even if labour is twice as fast as last time, this baby isnt coming until after midnight.
I get Russell around 2:30 and get home about 2:50. By this time, Julie's contractions are quite strong. I still have the magic 5-7 minutes in my head and she says they're still about 7 minutes apart. We're back on the road to the hospital in a few short minutes. Of course its easy to tell when the contractions are because she's squeezing my hand every time one come. According to the clock on the dash board there was one around 3:00pm.... next one was 3:04 !!! whoa, that ain't no 7 minutes!!! Next one was around 3:07 then around 3:11 and we're parked at the hospital.
Roughly 3:15 we arrive at the reception desk to the maternity ward. Some other couple is there registering. (not having a baby, just giving their info) Julie has to sit down by the desk and holds me as another contraction comes over. I'm anxiously trying to get the lady's attention and she eventually takes our health card and hospital card. I ask her if we should go straight to triage but she makes a wait as another contraction come over Julie. Finally, she lets us go ahead.
We get into the triage room and there's no available nurses. One nurse quickly gives Julie a gown to put on and promptly dissappears to attend to another patient. Julie gets her top off, and the gown over her head when another contraction sweeps over her. She sits back down on the chair beside the bed as she holds on to me. Julie says "Ron, I think this baby is coming now!!!" The nurse must have overheard as she popped back and told Julie to get on the bed, get on the bed right now. She partially pull Julie to the bed as she still held on to me. Another contraction and the nurse is telling Julie to lie on her side and breathe and NOT to push. The nurse and I scramble to pull of Julianne's pants. I can't remember anything about how to breathe but I'm trying to help Julie as she's clearly feeling the pressure. The nurse is now frantically trying to call for help and telling Julianne not to push.... just then.... WHOOSH... Julie's water sprays all over the table and halfway across the triage room. She rolls from her side to her back and I look down only to see baby's face!!! I say the head is out !!! and the nurse is still frantically telling Julianne not to push... seconds later Julianne whinces again and the entire baby is out on the triage table!!! The nurse is calling for blankets and finally the blankets and the docters and interns all arrive. I take a good look at the baby, its moving, its breathing okay, and look once, twice, a third time before I tell Julianne that it's a girl !!! The nurse asks me what time it is... I look down at my watch and respond... 3:28.
(so backtracking here... Julie did cave in and asked the ultrasound technician to write the sex of the baby in the file so she could find out from her Doctor if she wanted to. Eventually she asked, and was told that we were expecting a Boy!!)
The next 90 minutes or so were filled with us moving to an actually room, weighing the baby (7lbs 4oz) a string of visits from the doctor or nurse to do some of the paperwork that is usually done when checking in.
In the momments between the visits, Julianne and I just looked at each other, and looked at the baby (still to be named) somewhat in disbelief in how fast everything just happened, what may have happened if she came just a minute sooner, and how perfect our newest little one was.
Around 10 in the morning I get a call from Julianne who is at the dealership. She says she feeling mild contractions around 10 minutes apart. Now for our long term readers, you may recal when Russell was born, we ended up going to the hospital twice. First we were sent back because the contractions weren't strong enough and Julianne wasn't dialated enough. see LCBO night!!! (aka - Russell day -1) When they finally did admit us, we were in the hospital for over 18 hours until the final push came. See Russell Day 0.
So with this news, i figure the baby is coming today or tomorrow, pretty much just like Russell. (4 days early again) I tell Julie to call me immediately if anything changes but we agree to go about our day.
Closer to noon, Julie calls again. She is at home now, not much change in the contractions. She asks if I can pick Russell up from daycare around 3:30. This would be after his nap. At this time, Russell is actually out in Whitby apple picking with his class. I agree I'll leave work early and get Russell after his nap.
I trekked down to Yonge and Eglinton with some coworkers to a Mexican restraunt. Chimichanga...really good, authentic Mexican cuisine. (verified by my Mexican coworkers) I get back to the office at 2, and receive another call. It's Julianne again. The contractions are getting stronger and are about 7 minutes apart. I leave work immediately. Julie asks that I pick up Russell on my way home and she will ask her Mom to come from work to watch him. Now in my head i'm still thinking no problem. The "book" says if its your 2nd baby, come to the hospital if contractions are between 5-7 minutes. Then I figure even if labour is twice as fast as last time, this baby isnt coming until after midnight.
I get Russell around 2:30 and get home about 2:50. By this time, Julie's contractions are quite strong. I still have the magic 5-7 minutes in my head and she says they're still about 7 minutes apart. We're back on the road to the hospital in a few short minutes. Of course its easy to tell when the contractions are because she's squeezing my hand every time one come. According to the clock on the dash board there was one around 3:00pm.... next one was 3:04 !!! whoa, that ain't no 7 minutes!!! Next one was around 3:07 then around 3:11 and we're parked at the hospital.
Roughly 3:15 we arrive at the reception desk to the maternity ward. Some other couple is there registering. (not having a baby, just giving their info) Julie has to sit down by the desk and holds me as another contraction comes over. I'm anxiously trying to get the lady's attention and she eventually takes our health card and hospital card. I ask her if we should go straight to triage but she makes a wait as another contraction come over Julie. Finally, she lets us go ahead.
We get into the triage room and there's no available nurses. One nurse quickly gives Julie a gown to put on and promptly dissappears to attend to another patient. Julie gets her top off, and the gown over her head when another contraction sweeps over her. She sits back down on the chair beside the bed as she holds on to me. Julie says "Ron, I think this baby is coming now!!!" The nurse must have overheard as she popped back and told Julie to get on the bed, get on the bed right now. She partially pull Julie to the bed as she still held on to me. Another contraction and the nurse is telling Julie to lie on her side and breathe and NOT to push. The nurse and I scramble to pull of Julianne's pants. I can't remember anything about how to breathe but I'm trying to help Julie as she's clearly feeling the pressure. The nurse is now frantically trying to call for help and telling Julianne not to push.... just then.... WHOOSH... Julie's water sprays all over the table and halfway across the triage room. She rolls from her side to her back and I look down only to see baby's face!!! I say the head is out !!! and the nurse is still frantically telling Julianne not to push... seconds later Julianne whinces again and the entire baby is out on the triage table!!! The nurse is calling for blankets and finally the blankets and the docters and interns all arrive. I take a good look at the baby, its moving, its breathing okay, and look once, twice, a third time before I tell Julianne that it's a girl !!! The nurse asks me what time it is... I look down at my watch and respond... 3:28.
(so backtracking here... Julie did cave in and asked the ultrasound technician to write the sex of the baby in the file so she could find out from her Doctor if she wanted to. Eventually she asked, and was told that we were expecting a Boy!!)
The next 90 minutes or so were filled with us moving to an actually room, weighing the baby (7lbs 4oz) a string of visits from the doctor or nurse to do some of the paperwork that is usually done when checking in.
In the momments between the visits, Julianne and I just looked at each other, and looked at the baby (still to be named) somewhat in disbelief in how fast everything just happened, what may have happened if she came just a minute sooner, and how perfect our newest little one was.
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