I have yet to finish a birth story for your siblings. Their deliveries were a bit traumatic and I always have a hard time writing them out. But I am determined to write out our story this time. We had a rough pregnancy but quite a good birth, and I am so utterly in love with my newest baby I can't control my tears. But here goes:
We arrived around 5:00 a.m. and things moved slowly. My contractions weren't really enough to show up well on the monitors and they became irregular. They kept me for about 3 hours but weren't ready to admit me for the surgery because they weren't sure I was actually in labor and were worried that you wouldn't be ready. I already had my OB appointment scheduled for 9:00 a.m. to check your lungs on ultrasound and possibly schedule the c-section. We waited nearly an hour for the doctor only to be asked to get the ultrasound first. She thought you were about 7 lbs 9 oz and said she couldn't be sure your lungs were ready. You were still at a "2" and needed to be a "3" for us to be sure your lungs were mature enough for delivery.
We talked things over with the doctor and he encouraged us that we should probably wait another few days. I was really worried that I'd be sent home while I was still having contractions! I told Daddy that I was going to want to just deliver at home. I was tired of people thinking I wasn't in labor! Well, then the doctor checked and found out I was 3-4 cm dilated. The plans changed right away and we were sent back across the street to the hospital to prep for the c-section!
I was asked to walk down to the OR and sit on the table. The bright lights and nurses quickly setting things up made me really nervous. I just looked at the floor, tried to pray, and listened to the Christian radio station songs on KSBJ. Finally the anesthesiologist came back and started my spinal. Ouch! I didn't remember feeling those strange sensations in my back before, likely because I was in such hard labor for previous deliveries that I was thrilled that my pain was ending. Daddy was asked to come in and seemed nearly as nervous as me. I was shaky and panicky the whole time. I kept asking him to talk to me; I didn't want to hear the doctor/nurse chatter and wanted to be distracted.
Every few minutes I would start to feel really light-headed like I was going to faint. I think I was hyperventilating. I was wondering why I'd ever wanted to go through that surgery again and was worried that I'd never want to have more children. I was so scared and miserable. But soon I felt that tugging and they said your head was out! You had a huge knot in your cord and a head full of black hair. Dr. R asked Daddy to stand up and announce your gender. He started laughing and said, "It's a BOY!"