June 13, 2011

Life Changes So Fast

My life has really changed over the last few weeks. My Dad died. I turned 32. I grew a beard. I shaved the beard. I ate a fresh Cheeto that I found on the kitchen floor only to find out that it wasn't fresh—and it wasn't a Cheeto. But the most profound, uplifting change I experienced happened on May 23.

It was 2:30 am. I was fast asleep having my usual "the Reds just called me up from the minors to take over at SS and I hit three home runs in my first game to help lead them to victory" dream, when my wife woke me up.

"I'm having contractions. I think this baby is coming."

"Can you wait a few minutes? I still have to hit my third homer."

"I'm going to hit something if you don't wake up now!"

Our baby was knocking on Brittany's uterus. We'd been through this routine twice before, which is why I was ready. Bags were packed. Doctor was on speed dial. We called our close friend—close because of her longtime friendship to us and her proximity to our house—to come over and watch as our big girls were still sleeping (and likely dreaming of playing for the Reds too). When we left the house at 3:40 a.m., I called our families.

"We're on our way to the hospital. Feel free to slowly start getting ready. I'll call you once we get checked into a room and we get a feel for how long this is going to take."

When we got to the hospital, they took my wife back to triage. I didn't joke around like I did the first time. I just stood in the waiting room patiently, like a box of tissues sitting on an end table waiting to be plucked when needed—so long as that box of tissues was also checking its fantasy baseball team on its Droid.

At about 4:00 a.m. my wife emerged from triage and was 4 centimeters dilated. She was shouting obscenities. Could have been because of the labor pains. Could have been because the Reds bullpen blew it that night. I like to think it was some combination of the two.

When we got to the delivery room, the doctor wasn't there yet and my wife was screaming louder than my 2-year-old does when I forget to give her M&Ms after she goes on the potty. So I offered my wife M&Ms, just in case that would help. It didn't. I took out the 5x7 high school photo of me for her to focus on. That didn't help either. The only thing my wife wanted was an epidural. But, apparently, there was not time for that.

"I feel like I have to push!"

"Just wait a few minutes," said the nurse. "The doctor will be here very soon. And besides you're only…well, look at that. You're 10 centimeters dilated and your water broke."


And just like that, a head was born. A head full of thick, dark hair. I couldn't believe it. Neither could the resident, who leapt across the room like a middle infielder diving to nab a sharp grounder.

"OH MY GOD ... Did I just poop on the table?"

"No. You just had a baby."

The rest of our third daughter's slender body slid out. She was beautiful and calm. She was amazing. She was delivered to us faster than we expected. She was the last piece to the Team Klems puzzle, completing our happy little family. I couldn't have been prouder.

Just then I got a text from my sister-in-law.

"We're getting ready & heading up to the hospital shortly. How much longer do they think it'll be until the baby is here?"

And that's the story of how Mia Marie Klems arrived into this world. People often use the word "surreal" to describe the moment their kids are born, but I won't—mainly because I don't know what that fancy word means. But I will say this: I most certainly, without a doubt, hit my third home run in what was a dream come true.

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Sherry said...

So happy for you guys!

Kara said...

That is one of the best birth stories I've ever heard!

SoMo Mom said...

OMG, I can't believe the 5x7 high school photo didn't work! Love it ... congrats to you all!

ant daley said...

SERIOUSLY???????????? You told the world that Brittany pooped out her baby???????? I thought that was a secret story that would be told in front of Mia's first boyfriend-at age 16 or 12 or 10...

E. Alegra Clarke said...

"People often use the word "surreal" to describe the moment their kids are born, but I won't—mainly because I don't know what that fancy word means."

I've decided I want a Brian Klems bobblehead.

:Donna said...

Brian, I ALways love your posts and am also surprised when I end up choked up amidst the inner giggles you prompt. This was certainly one of those times!

Congratulations on the completion of your beautiful family. It looks like you went for the cycle and got it: a home run with your wife, then first, second and third with your three precious daughters. Way to go, Team Klems! :D


Brian A. Klems said...

Just to clear the record on the joke, no poop (or any other bodily functions) were involved--unless you count my massive sweating when realizing I'll have a third wedding to pay for. But that quickly eased when I realized that meant one more father-daughter dance to look forward to. :-)

sarah said...

Awww, this isn't the blog that usually makes me cry. But I'm all smiley and teary now. Great story!

Jessica said...

this is a beautiful story. go, team klems!

Claudia said...

Thanks for touching my heart and making me smile, Brian! Couldn't sleep and found your site. I'll be back!!! You've inspired me.