of my daughter…
“We have good news and bad news. The good news; you’ll be leaving the hospital with your baby. The bad news; it will be a few days before that can happen.”
Chris requests an epidural for the pain caused by sleeping in a hospital chair for the past couple of night. Nurse didn’t laugh.
I feel a small prick in my back and the anesthesiologist says that he’s done. I don’t believe him. He can’t possibly be done. It’s supposed to hurt and I’m supposed to freak out about the crazy, long needle! He’s done?!
I’m dilated to a 10, oh and there’s the baby’s head. Lights open up overhead, the end of the bed gets flipped down, and the room is converted to a delivery room within seconds. The nurse calls my doctor, he’s not going to make it.
Sunday, 1:52 pm
It’s time to push, there’s no stopping it. The on-call doctor comes in. She seems nice.
Sunday, 1:53 pm
I push. My head feels like it’s going to explode. I can’t tell what’s going on. My mom is holding up one leg and Chris is holding up the other, I have no control. Everyone is telling me I’m doing a great job, so I must be doing something right.
Sunday, 1:55 pm
With the second big push, the baby’s head is crowning and at this point I feel a little snip and then release. THE BABY’S HEAD.
Chris never looked so glorious. His smile was beaming as he kissed my head. He could see all of the baby’s hair, she has hair!
The next push brought out her shoulders and then within moments she was laying on my chest. I couldn’t believe it. The most incredible moment of my life. She whimpers, Chris kisses us both and then cuts the cord. This husband and wife team had now become a family.
We are a family.
That was the last time I was able to hold my baby girl for a couple of days. The next few days were a whirlwind of highs and lows. Because of being born early and the medications that I had to be on during delivery, my daughter was soon whisked off to the nursery to be monitored. Her heart had to make it 24 hours without any irregularities. She was poked and tested and checked over and over. Every day seemed to last so much longer than 24 hours. After a couple of days, I was discharged and we had to leave without our new little bundle of joy. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done. We would stay at the hospital as long as we could, to watch her, to nurse her, to be there. Those 5 days seemed to last a lifetime, and finally our healthy baby girl was released into our arms and into our home.
Our life was changed forever. Changed for the better.
We are a family.