It's been interesting.

Everything has changed. As much as you think you are ready for a baby the emotional and mental stamina that you need never feels like enough. 


Anne Christie Obeso-Tucker decided to be a little stubborn and already a natural in from the womb. I would be in contractions all day but nothing would ever be consistent. The discomfort, no sleep, the emotional drainage, and the restraint I needed not to kill my husband was making me a ticking time bomb. Every doctor appointment would set me on edge but nope, not dilated and she was not coming down. All I wanted was to have this baby and get on with life.


Life caught up on March 23,2012. We had a scheduled appointment at the hospital at 5 am, but seven women decided to all wave in and their babies first, oh hell no. Finally we got to come in at 10 am to be hook up and push a baby out. Yes! Eviction notice has been given and I was excited, more nervous though. The meds they give you to push out a baby was interesting. My husband was helping but only in a way that you would understand if you knew him. Chris was not allowed to make a single pun this whole day and I knew this was going to be the only time in my life. 


Contraction started come in. Pain meds were in the spine, awesome stuff by the way, all I can say is awesome. There hours when nothing was happening. Anne was just being stubborn. Finally after sleeping on my side for while I went from 3 centimeters to 7 and it was time to call the doctor, push, and BAM! There was a baby. The doctor came just in time to get changed and get a golden glove for catching her. Yeah, people it was just like that. I was throwing a curve ball with my vagina and instead of a ball it was a baby. 


She looked like my dad from the get go. There was nothing really Tucker about her, she looks like beanerschnitzle but acts like stubborn white bread red head. No, Anne does not has red hair.


The true entertainment came when Chris got to change her diaper for the first time. It was the baby's first diaper ever and it was full of the black tar shit. He takes off his wedding ring, hands it to my mother, and starts to take it apart like it was a delicate machine. He opens the diaper, no it wasn't a pleasant Christmas present, it was " nuclear warfare". My father just looked at his son-in-law like the gringo that Chris is and calls him a rookie, ever so smugly. 


Let me just say the first few day were always that entertaining,now though it has gotten to be routine. We get up, change, feed, take care of other kids, and try not to kill each other.

I will say this it will be nice when we can have sex again. The tension will not be so in your face I want to fuck you.