Final Night As A DINO Family

DINO in this case stands for “Dual Income, No Kids” and it’s been a nice way to live, but by this time tomorrow we’ll have our kid out in the world.  We’ve had to schedule a c-section for a manual extraction for a couple reasons, the primary one being that he’s been measuring in the 99% percentile in size for nearly the entire final trimester and the doctors are worried that he’s going to be north of twelve pounds when he comes out.

I’m pretty anxious about the entire ordeal, but if things go the way we all hope they do, I’ll have a kid the end in my arms soon.  My anxieties are mostly about how much I mistrust the mechanizations of the American health industry with it’s lack of attention, no preapprovals, no warnings of financial consequences, and surprise procedures that may or may not have been authorized by anyone involved in the process.  When my mom passed several years ago there was a long list of things that my sister and I caught the hospital doing like wrong tests, wrong procedures, and missed alerts from the various machines she was hooked up to.   I know that in that case we were the only people that had a personal investment in her getting the attention she required and I know in this case that my wife and I are going to be only people with that kind of investment too.  I’ll be much happier when we’re all back home safe and sound.

Also, I would like to think I’m not superstitious, but I can’t bring myself to saying his name or wearing any “dad” related content until I know he’s actually here. I’ve already had my heart broken too many times before.

Pictured: one of the few benefits that my wife took advantage of whilst pregnant. I think I ended up eating the free cookie though, as she was too full and had left overs for several more meals.