I breathed a huge sigh of relief and smiled when I heard my baby squawking like a little barnyard animal. It was precious. Thank you Lord!
And the next moment is the part I'd waited 9 months for. The gender. If I could stop time and bottle that feeling of anticipation, I'd be a millionaire. There is nothing like it and I didn't want it to ever end. It's the only thing that got me through this sterile and unnatural c-section.
The suspense was killing me.
I wanted to know.
I didn't want to know.
I wanted to know.
I took a deep breath.
They showed our baby to John, who chuckled and said "no big surprise here!" as they made the announcement "It's a Boy!"
I heard the doctors and techs all snickering,"Four boys...Just like Dr. T!"
And for the record, I allegedly said,
"Lord have mercy on us all!"
Holy Cow. Four boys.
Hi. My name is Davi and I have 4 sons.
My mind could not even begin to wrap itself around this new reality.You'd think I would be used to hearing this by now! I always suspected that John's girl swimmers were blanks and now I knew for sure. Though in all reality, I should not be so hard on them, considering that we never actually tried the recipe for a girl.
Now most girls I know might not have taken this news so well. But keep in mind, as a kid, I'd always wanted to run a home for little orphan boys. Though, I must admit, it would have been fun to dress a girl Pippi-style:)
I craned my neck to peek at my baby as they leaned him in toward me. Along with the aforementioned chubby cheeks, he had a shocking mane of dark hair. Our little dark horse. I could not wait to get my hands on that fun and wild hair.
I kissed his worried little face and wished I could console his furrowed brow, but they whisked him away with John, leaving me all alone.
I looked pleadingly at my anesthesiologist, who then administered my long awaited happy drug. The next hour is a complete blur.
Back in triage, I slowly gained more awareness.
Awareness to the fact that I could NOT wiggle my toes for the life of me, no matter how hard I tried.
And awareness of the fact that I could not stop shaking, no matter how hard I tried.
Like before, I was so hot and so cold. The nurse kept putting warm blankets on me, which made me feel even worse.
I vaguely remember asking how my baby was doing.
They called NICU, and I spoke to the nurse.
"Is he ok?", I asked.
The nurse said, "His breathing is a little off. We don't think he's quite full term yet. We are going to be monitoring him for a while."
I was so bummed, but understood. This was the price I had to pay for doing an early c-section. The only reason we did it early was because I had a history of my water breaking early, and we did not want me to rupture.
My shaking continued and after 3 hours, I still could not feel my toes at all. I started to panic. Was I paralyzed? The logical side of my brain reminded me that I would be ok, but I still thought I was going to lose my mind.
The door opened, and much to my surprise, a nurse appeared, holding my baby. I heard her asking if the mother wanted to feed her baby.
I was still a shaking mess. Could I handle this?
"I want to try feeding him", I bravely declared.
I inquired again on his breathing. And they said in the nicest way possible, "he's breathing like a wimpy white boy, but if he latches on to eat, we think he'll be ok".
With my arms shaking, I reached out to feed my boy.
He instantly latched on like a barracuda. This boy could suck, no doubt about that.
And I was thrilled beyond belief.
And all of a sudden, my whole body stopped shaking and I could wiggle my toes.
It was like magic. All I needed was my baby to snap me out of it.
As John and I gazed at our son, we called him by name.(photo by Lorie)
Welcome to our crazy little world, Twain Orion.
more pictures to come.