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THE COLE HARD TRUTH
Launching "Ever Stronger"
After 24 years in coaching, 18 as a collegiate head strength coach, I have launched my twofold "Ever Stronger!" consulting - personal workout programs, and clinics for school S&C programs. MORE
A football high: out-physical the opponent
Our six-man team, in its first two games, brought back memories of dominating wins over big powers in college football by demonstrating how an off-season strength and conditioning program pays off. Never mind it wasn't Nebraska or Texas; satisfaction still runs high over a job well done Feb-to-Aug leading to success in the fall. HERE'S HOW
Scant Equipment, Big-Time Workout for Kids
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Baby Charlsey arrives
ÝFlashback: Sunday, March 9th, 2 a.m. (which instantly became 3 a.m.)
Stacey,
a few days overdue, was up, walking. I didn't know that until an hour
and a half later when she woke me up with, "Do you want to get up and
keep vigilance with me?" Can't believe she uses language like that at
3:30 in the morning. Always was much smarter than I am. But I know the
word rhetorical, and knew that was a rhetorical question.
3:30 a.m.
I'm
up, asking where "out here" is, where she is walking. "In the back
yard?" I asked. "The front yard?" She said, "No, in the house." She's
walking laps around the living room. The contractions are four minutes
apart, and lasting about a minute.
Been there, know what that means. It's a Cole Super Bowl Sunday. Delivery day.
3:52 a.m.
I'm
in the car. A contraction starts. Stacey prefers to walk through it.
She's walking down the street. I'm following her in the stream of my
headlights. Weird thought: wouldn't I feel stupid if I ran over her.
Half a block, contraction stops, so does she. Hospital, here we come.
4ish a.m.
We
live just four minutes from the hospital, give or take a red light.
We're here, just before the next contraction. Stacey's walking back and
forth in the emergency room while I check in. A nurse is here with a
wheelchair. Stacey'll have none of that. She's walking. Thought: I'll
ride the wheelchair. Afterthought: Nah.
4ish-plus a.m.
Third
floor. New citizens floor. Stacey's hooked up to all the machines. Doc
got an early wake-up call. My favorite machine uses a squiggly line to
show the intensity of the contraction. It's my warning signal ñ be
prepared for an extra-hard squeeze of the hand, a claw into my arm, or
a real hard tug on my shirttail.
4:30 a.m.
Doctor arrives. I
think I have the time right. Daylight Savings confused everything. The
clocks were all wrong when we got here, but the staff changed them
during Stacey's labor. I'm relying on my watch, which I changed before
we went to sleep.
Time warp
You learn a lot about your wife
when she's in labor. Six previous deliveries taught me long ago what
one nurse kept repeating: "What a woman!" She was impressed with how
Stacey handled intense contractions that came rapidfire. I've known for
many years "what a woman" she is. And, once again Stacey handled the
whole labor experience like the trooper she is.
5:49 a.m.
Charlsey
Lydia is here! Pretty purplish for a few minutes, but pinking up rather
quickly. Another volleyball player, surely ñ 21 æ inches, tall for her
age. And second-heaviest of our seven at 9 pounds, 8 ounces.
6ish a.m., on
Sigh.
We're delighted that Charlsey came early enough in the morning that
Aubrey, her 17-year-old sister, got to hold her before taking off on a
mission trip to Mexico later in the day.
Eventually all the
brothers and sisters greeted her. Stacey commented, "I am so glad the
delivery is behind us." She repeated that thought many times over the
next 36 hours. Her prenatal anxiety had been stronger this time around.
I tried to empathize.
"What a woman" doesn't even begin to do
her justice. I'll put it this way, in a familiar analogy: I knew Stacey
would shine on game day better than Eli Manning in Super Bowl XLII.
(Does anybody know how many XLII is, really?) She certainly has the MVP
award for the seven Super (Cole) Bowl Delivery Days that our team has
been part of. Let's see Eli and Peyton combine for sevenÖ.
March 10, reflections on Mama's and Papa's Monday, Monday
The
experience in the hospital was a little different from the other six.
The woman who comes around to educate the mom on feeding readily
admitted that Stacey could have written her materials for her. There
are a few new twists, but for the most part it is been there and done
that six times over.Ý
We've always gone home within 36 hours
of the birth. This time they want us to stay 48 hours. OK. Stacey gets
a nursery and room service meals a little longer. We can roll with the
punches. We've been making it up as we go in life for so many years
now, it's just the norm. As soon as Charlsey gets home, it will be back
to normal, making it up as we go.
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Stacey realized that this is
the seventh time her parents will be coming to visit from Nebraska.
This time it will be a little further, continuing to Texas instead of
stopping in Kansas. My mom will most likely wait until Mayto see
Charlsey, when we take a trip up north. Grandparents are wonderful.Ý
Thought:
How many times will we make treks to see newborn grandchildren? And
where? It's funny, none of those thoughts were in my head when our
oldest children were coming home from the hospital.
Time plays its tricks on the mind. But no need to turn the calendar ahead yet.
Ever Stronger,
Coach Rod Cole


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