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Without a doubt, it takes a village
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Ah, it feels good to be back. Yes, it's been a wild week. Yes, "Little Man Kam" is just fine, thanks. And yours truly is refreshed, though not that well-rested.

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Babies make a lot of noises.

For those of you who are thinking, "Oh great, he's going to write about his kid all of the time now," well, you're right. For this week, you are, anyway.

They say it takes a village to raise a child. At least, I think that's how the old saying goes, anyway.

In my opinion, it takes a village just to bring that child into this world.

Kamden Michael Schoemer's entry on Thursday, June 15, was anything but quick and easy. The Little Red-Haired Girl went through 25 hours of labor, after being induced on Wednesday morning.

This is something I am sure she will hold over his head many times over the next two decades.

After pushing until her face turned red, Kamden made his way in, but not kicking and screaming like most babies do. He was quiet. And that's where our little adventure began.

Doctors and nurses raced into the room once he was out. I hardly had a chance to cut the cord and find out that we had a son before he was being rescued, literally, by the Code Pink team at Innovis Hospital.

They literally saved his tiny little rear end.

It seemed the little guy had a rough trip on the way out, and at some point, had swallowed some meconium, which is supposed to be its first, well, you know. Only, you're supposed to do it outside of the womb.

I guess when you gotta go, you gotta go.

All kidding aside, the inhalation of that stuff can be very bad for a little guy like Kamden. So he headed to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, where he was part of a group of kids in need that was made up entirely of boys. A dozen of them, to be exact.

These people in the NICU, who work 12 hour shifts most of the time, are angels among us. Kamden, I'll admit, was probably the healthiest baby they'd seen for a while. After all, he was breathing on his own after just two hours, he weighed more than 7 pounds, and by Day Two in the NICU, he was eating formula like a champ.

Others aren't so lucky. Many of his NICU-mates were teeny, tiny little babies who were born weeks before they were done "cooking." One was even transferred to the Children's Hospital in Minneapolis/St. Paul while we were there.

Thursday through Monday, we got to know the nurses and pediatricians who spend time in the NICU. Their job is hectic during a week like last week, when nearly 30 babies were born at Innovis in just three days. But they took the time to tell us every little move our little guy was making, and how great he was doing on his road to recovery.

By Monday night, we were all home, and by early Tuesday morning, we were wondering if we could take him back.

I guess there's some sort of no return policy. I thought the wristband was a receipt. There's even a little bar code on it.

Things have settled down, and like my father and our former Publisher Don Witham both said, he's definitely "a keeper."

I promise not to write about him every week, though I'm sure he'll be a source for good material. After all, Schoemer men are known for their quirks.

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As for what's transpiring out in the "real world," I just have one word for the University of North Dakota's collective brass, who decided to move the school to Division I in all sports.

It's time.

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