The days of eating out of vending machines and recycling underwear were over. No longer would I have to touch my rear to a foreign toilet seat, watch sports in standard-definition, or remember the names of 30 rotating nurses. We were back on home turf. After we carried Ava into the house, I spent some … Read More about Cookie Monster Needs His Sleep.
The last day or two at the hospital had been more routine and while Ava slept, I found myself making the rounds, exchanging gossip with Phyllis in the gift shop or Greg, the line chef in the basement cafe. My slippers and wristband identified me as a new Dad. Unless you’ve been able to experience … Read More about Hefner And His Girls.
One of the benefits of being a Dad, aside from not having to go through surgery or shoot a human out of your vagina, is being able to walk into the hospital lounge after delivery and announce the birth. In my case, we had already divulged the sex of the baby to everyone, so I … Read More about Recovery And The ’67 Camaro.
As we walked through our final set of electronic double-doors, we entered an isolated hallway outside of the operating room. I quickly scanned the area, taking inventory of my surroundings in the event the impossible happens and I need to go Jack Bauer on someone’s ass during a hostile takeover. Two chairs, a janitor cart with … Read More about Plus One.
The good thing about a cesarean section (Ava was transverse in the womb) for me, aside from the free painkillers,was that it allowed me to see the finish line and get adequately pumped up for the event. It was like getting prepared for an interview. I’ve seen ‘Knocked Up’ a few times, so I know … Read More about D-Day.