Your Birth

The story of your birth, little one, is pretty uneventful.    Your due date came and went and after a week the doctors decided you were coming out by choice or by force.  We discussed induction vs. c-section and we decided that a c-section was a better option for us.  Even though I spent my entire pregnancy worrying about a c-section it seemed like the quickest, easiest way to get you here.  I didn't want to wait 12 hours for the pre-lim medicine and then start the pitocin which could take up to another day and a half to work.  Why not schedule a c-section for the following afternoon and be done with it?

You, of course, had other plans.  The morning I was due to have the c-section I started having a strange pain.  It started around 1 in the morning.  I'd have that pain every hour.  Then, by 5 in the morning, I was having the pain four times an hour.  I finally woke Daddy up and told him that didn't know if I was just nervous about the c-section that was scheduled for 12:30 or if it was something else...but I was having "nerves" every 15 minutes or so.  Daddy called the doctor's office and packed me up and we headed for the hospital.

Once we got there, they figured out that yes, I was in labor!  I am not surprised you decided to take things into your own hands.  A little fear was all it took for me to come out, evidently it was all you needed too.

The nurses called the doctor who was doing some outpatient surgeries downstairs.  He said he'd be finished by 9:30 and that we'd do my c-section then.  You'll do anything to be first, won't you?  They took me over to the prep area and started my IV and got me ready for surgery.  Daddy sat with me and called the grandparents so they knew what was going on.  Around 9:15, the doctor showed up and said he was ready to go.  Off we went to the operating room!

Daddy got suited up in his scrubs and mask while they wheeled me into the room.  The nurses were wonderful.  Three of them had children under 1 year old and kept me distracted with stories and advice.  The anesthesiologist took a few minutes to find the right spot in my back for the medicine.  That was the scariest part, Little One.  Mainly because Daddy wasn't there.  Daddy is always very calm and I count on that.  They got the medicine started and tilted my head down.  I felt like I was going to slide off the table!  The medicine kicked in quickly and before I knew it, I couldn't feel my feet and Daddy was there.  Hooray for Daddy!

It seemed like seconds later they were telling Daddy to stand up and watch you being born.  No one offered me that option!  Before long, I could hear you screaming.  Not crying, screaming.  You were cold, I get it.  You do not like to be cold.

Hey, it's cold out here!

The wonderful nurses took Daddy's camera and took fantastic pictures of you.  I remember asking Daddy over and over again if you were ok and he assured me that you were.  Finally, they brought you over and let Daddy hold you.  He talked to you and I swear you knew exactly who he was.  Then he leaned over to show you to me.  I was tilted so far down I could just barely see your eyes.  But when I talked to you, you slowly turned your head and gave me a look that clearly said, "Hey...I know you...you look different."

Our first family picture and one of my favorite pictures, ever.

We spent 2 days in the hospital.  Daddy stayed with us and helped change you and hand you to me since I was very sore and not able to get out of bed much.  What would we do without Daddy?

They sent us home Thanksgiving morning.  Best. Thanksgiving. Ever.  We were all so happy to be home.