Arrival of Twain Part 2

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.