Birth-day

Thursday, October 11th and I am hanging out at home around 10:30 am.  The house cleaner is here and I'm doing the final packing on my hospital bag.   And then it happens - my water breaks.  Funny how I had just finished packing my bag and apparently my body thought this was its cue.   I called G and told him to come home and he said he was on his way.   I then went downstairs and told A she was going to have to stop cleaning and go home because my water had broke.   She was great and actually hung out until G was just ready to pull up - I think just in case anything happened.

G got home within 10 minutes and I had called the doctor and let them know I was on my way.   We were at the hospital by around 11.   I had called my parents on the way and told them they could start to come up after lunch as it would We were checked into room 1 at the end of the hall by the operating room.   Made sense since I would be having the baby there.   They asked what time I had eaten breakfast and we decided we would wait until 3 pm to be safe to take J.   Since we would just be hanging out until then G left to get something to eat and to go home and tie up things we hadn't had a chance to do before this point.   The contractions had started but they were manageable and I was hoping they would stay that way for the next 4 hours.   G came back and I decided I needed to go to the bathroom - so they took me off all the monitors and off I went.   Then when I came back to the bed I told G that something didn't feel right.

This is where the fun begins.........you see the umbilical cord had come out.   Very dangerous for J.   The doctor on call was thankfully my doctor and she was in my room in seconds after finding this out.   She was then immediately in bed with me holding the cord back in.  She was also telling the nurses to get two doctors from the clinic to come over NOW.   We were taking him now - had too - no choice at this point.   The next 10 minutes are a little bit of a blur.  My doctor and I were wheeled into the operating room.   Two more doctors showed up to do my surgery and the anesthesiologist.  Felt most sorry for the anesthesiologist as all the pressure was on him to "get me out" so they could take J.   I remember my doctor looking at me and telling me they were going to have to put me completely out.   And I remember the anesthesiologist asking me something about morphine and if I wanted it.  I had read enough to say yes.  I also remember my doctor asking if they had found the baby's heartbeat and saying that she could feel him moving.  And that's all I remember......

Next thing I know I am being wheeled down the hallway.   G comes out into the hallway and has our baby in his arms.   Thankfully we have this all on video on my phone.  I am clearly out of it but happy to finally see him.   G was good enough to take a lot of videos of what went on in that first hour of his life.   I can see him getting weighed and measured and having his first bath.  All moments I wish I would of been there for but it just wasn't in the cards.  So thankful that G was able to be there.  I was wheeled to a completely different part of the hosiptial for recovery.   And I thought I was there for 10 minutes but apparently it was more like 45.  Thankfully after that I was able to go to the room where G, J, and my parents were waiting.

In talking to people after the fact both baby J and I are very lucky that things went the way they did.  Our pediatrician was called when they wheeled us into the surgery to be "on call" in case they needed him.   Most of the doctors have not even taken part in this kind of surgery.  My doctor has done it twice in her years of being a doctor and the anesthesiologist had never been part of one.   So once again just like with my pregnancy I feel very blessed and lucky that things went as smoothly as they did.

And this is where the journey really begins............