The following contains my remembrances of my daughters entrance to the world. Names and dates have not been changed. If you do not wish to read any laborious details (actually no labor was involved) stop reading now.
I remember is as if it were yesterday. We were getting ready for our umpteenth doctors appointment. She was a week past her due date and I felt I would go crazy if the Dr. told me there was still no progress. We headed our the door with our hospital bags in tow... just in case.
We arrived, I was checked... still nothing. Dr. D wanted me to have a Biophysical Profile . If she passed he would let us go one more week before we decided to induce. Well... long story short she didn't pass. Five hours later I found myself back at my Dr.s office. He was calling the hospital to see if the anesthesiologist would allow me to have a C-Section (since Dr. D had told me to eat lunch before my BPP). Dr. D got the green light and told me to meet him at the hospital. I asked if there wasn't anything else we could do... induce or something... I really did not want to have a CS. However, Dr. D said he believed this was the safest way for me to deliver.
So, we made our necessary phone calls to friends and family and headed over to the hospital. Walking into the hospital was very surreal and not at all the image I had formulated in my mind over the previous 40 weeks. We got into our room, changed clothes, got hooked up, and eventually I got rolled away into the OR.
OR = worst experience of my life. I had been so worried about labor pains and the possibility of getting an epidural. Getting the spinal block was nothing. THIS IS GONNA GET GRAPHIC. It was after the incision... the moving of muscle that you can't really feel but you can sense. The searching for baby who had never dropped... I felt like I had half dozen elephants jumping on on my abdomen and rib cage. It was awful. I threw up a few times... I remember just wanting them to get her out. Dr. D at one point thought he was about to deliver her and told Clay he could stand to watch... however she was pulled back in and he had to search some more.
Finally I was told she was out. I had to trust them on this because I did not hear a cry. My Dr. handed her to the nurses who were standing by. I saw her being handed off then put on a table where they began cleaning her up... but still no crying. I called for Clay asking if she was OK. Even my Dr. asked why the baby wasn't crying. Finally, she screamed... and a tear rolled down my cheek. One of the nurses handed her to Clay then snapped our first family photo.
Come to find out Lura had the cord wrapped around her body which prohibited her from dropping and also caused the decelerated heart rates that occured during the BPP.
The best story from the night was when I was being rolled out of recovery and into our room. Everyone had to leave the room (including baby) to make way for my bed. Hospital rules say babies in the hallway must be laying in their bed. The nurse wanted her swaddled first and was about to take Lura. Clay said he would swaddle her. "Well have you swaddled a 'real' baby" the nurse asked. "No" responded Clay. "I didn't have a 'real' baby until now!" He then proceeded to swaddle Lura. The nurse praised him on his excellent job. I was so proud. He is an AMAZING father. Clay also had to change her first dirty diaper (since I was still numb from the waist down).
Lura was born on Thursday and on Sunday we got to take our little blessing home. This pas year has been one amazing ride. Looking forward to the next!
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