Theodore Patrick Hines
2/18/15 at 2:55am
On Fat Tuesday, I was eating paczki and feeling pretty…um…fat. I had just put Ellen to bed around 8 and was walking down the stairs when I thought I felt my water break. With my other two, it was a definite gush, but this being a slow trickle, I just figured I had sunken into pregnancy so far that I was just peeing on myself now.
But, after picking up the house and walking around for a while, the water kept coming, and the contractions had started. So, calls were placed and off we went on our 40 minute trek to the hospital.
Turns out that the roads were suh-lick, and we saw a ton of emergency vehicles and tow trucks pulling cars out of ditches. That was good for my anxiety. No plot twist here – we made it safe and sound.
At the hospital, they determined that I was 5 or 6 cm, so I got my blessed epidural right quick and laid down to sleep. A little while later, my doc came to break my water since it hadn’t broken completely, and that is when the shakes started. Any of you other moms have intense shaking while in labor? It’s easily my least favorite part. Anyway, I was able to get that under control enough that I went back to sleep.
Around 2:30am on Ash Wednesday, my doc woke me up to check how I was progressing. When he went to check, I heard him laugh and say, “The baby’s head is 3cm out. Hold on while I get my gloves!” As they rushed to get everything in place, I woke up Mike who was in a deep sleep. “Um, I’m pushing the baby out right now.”
Disoriented from sleep (such a hard labor…), I pushed Theo out in one contraction, and that is the end of the easiest birth story in the world.
Theo didn’t have a name up until a week or so before he was born. The other kids had names almost as soon as we found out the gender. So, Mike asked his prayer group to pray for a name for this kid. The next day, he got an email from a fellow member with a list of names that came to him in morning prayer. Theodore was the last name on the list, and we knew it was zee one.
Even though the first name took us some time, we had his middle name chosen for a while. Patrick is Mike’s younger brother’s name as well as my dad’s middle name. No brainer.
Theodore means “God’s Gift.” This was a particularly hard pregnancy for me and my anxiety. I had been telling myself throughout the course of it that this baby was a gift from God. I had to remind myself that God can only bless me with His gifts, not curse me. So, when we found out what Theodore meant, it really sealed the deal.
After he was born, my mom wanted to see if there were any great feasts on February 18. Turns out it is the feast day of St. Theotonius. I can’t make this stuff up.
We could have also named him Charalampias and had a similar coincidence. And Ashton Wednesday would have been an equally appropriate name. Man, Theo, you lucked out.
Theo is unsure of the world but adjusting well.