I promised myself that I would write the birth story of "baby" following the birth. Now it's 4 months later and I still haven't recorded anything. So I struggle to remember all the unimportant details that are so important to me.
When I opted for a repeat c-section the hospital sent me my itinerary. I was due to check into labor and delivery at 8am on Wednesday, October 17th. A couple days prior to "the day" I was contacted and told to check in at 10am. So much better since we were traveling into Boston! I could actually have one last morning to sleep in! What a joke that was! I didn't sleep at all the night before!
Daddy and I arrived at BI on the 17th. We were probably a little late, as that is customary for us! Now is when the confusion set in. I gave my name. My married name, which is different then when I first became pregnant. The nurses were waiting for Mommy So&So and had no clue who Mommy Mack was! Finally after waiting for 45 minutes Daddy straightened out the confusion and I was able to walk through the locked doors to have "baby."
Our nurse was absolutely fantastic! Her name is one of those things that I would love to remember, but I have no clue!! She was just the sweetest person! Very attentive to my every need and since Daddy is a bit of an attention hound, she was particularly attentive to his needs also!
I didn't have to wait long before the O.R. was ready for us. I was able to walk into the room and was shocked at how cold it was!! I definitely don't remember that from having "junior!" It made me really sad for how shocked poor "baby" would be when exiting the womb! There was also a radio playing. Now please know that I paid so much attention to this radio. I swore that I would remember what songs played- especially when they announced to me that the baby was here. I remember nothing of that except for it was on 106.7. I'm guessing that we listened to Christina Aguillara and Kelly Clarkson, but I can't be sure!
The epidural went really well. I was especially nervous about this because with "junior" it was horrible!!!! Lucky for me it was painless this time around! Daddy got to come into the room following the epidural. It was great to see him! Unfortunately (and true to his word) he didn't last very long! Daddy has a pretty weak stomach when it comes to this stuff. Just thinking about what they were doing behind the white sheet proved to be too much and Daddy had to leave the room. He tells me that he had some OJ and coaching from the nurses. I think he loved all the attention he got! Although I'm certain he would have preferred to be with me!
The fabulous nurse and fabulous anesthesiologist kept me well informed on what was going on behind that white sheet! They kept me calm and laughing. Finally it was time for "baby" to arrive. Daddy was sent for. There was probably about a 10 minute wait from that time that Daddy came back into the room before "baby" made his entrance into the world. Finally at 1:33pm "baby" was born. The look on Daddy's face was of complete joy! He was given permission from fabulous nurse to go over to the warming table and take pictures. He was so cute after trying to show me the pictures he had taken. But he couldn't stop shaking. I couldn't see anything, although I pretended that I had. Fabulous anesthesiologist told me that I had a 10 pound baby! I was amazed (and pretty excited at the immediate weight loss potential from a 10+ pound baby!!!) How on earth did someone so large fit inside of me?!?!? Then the true weight was revealed. 8 lbs. 9 ozs. The c-section before mine produced a 10 lb. baby!!!!
When Daddy and fabulous nurse brought you over to Mommy, I was amazed. Such a beautiful baby! It never fails to amaze me that Daddy and I can make something so wonderful, so amazing, so breath-taking! This was the 2nd time we perfected the baby making area of our life!
The doctor began to stitch me up while I admired my new baby! Daddy was holding baby and he and I were both so content and so in love!! It was taking a really long time to finish up the surgery. The doctor announced to us that they "only had one more layer to get through." Daddy turned a shade of pale that I had never seen before. He immediately beckoned for fabulous nurse and handed "Baby" over. He attempted to sit back down and stay with me for the remainder of things. However, things didn't work out in his favor. I graciously excused him from the O.R. to make the all important phone calls. Daddy did a good job at that!
I will never forget the doctor and fabulous nurse wheeling me from O.R. into recovery. They laid "Baby" along side of me. I was terrified at first. So worried that I would break him or that he would roll off the rolling bed and onto the linoleum floor. But we made it into the recovery cubicle and immediately called Grandma's cell phone. Poor Grandma was a nervous wreck! She expected "Baby" to be born close to the 10 o'clock hour. But I explained the last name mix-up. We had an amusing chuckle over that and she was so happy to hear that I was ok and that she had a beautiful, an amazingly beautiful, grandson!
I couldn't get enough of "Baby." I just wanted to stare at him and memorize every part of his face and head and neck and chest. But the time came when fabulous nurse had to take him to the nursery for his official evaluation. She confirmed all my thoughts when she took him though.
"What a beautiful, absolutely perfect, baby boy."
