The rest of the story

Well my last post was on 01.31.08 at 11am. gosh hard to imagine all the moments and stories that occurred that day but here's the quick scoop.

As already mentioned, pitocin and epidural was on board, things were progressing. Midwife really worked with mamma to let her be in control of things, limit "lady land" exams and just let nature do what it knows best.

Well around 3pm it was determined the cervix was fully effaced and fully dilated to 10cm. Midwife continued to let mamma be in control of things and see if contractions would continue to get stronger. I believe sometime in the afternoon mamma was given more meds to decrease the back labor pains she was experiencing.

By 6pm, it was determined, lets start pushing. So mamma opened wide, and began to bear down, grunt and push, and boy she was pushing. The nurse was impressed with her strength as well as the midwife, but there was no crowning.

Baby, you must have been very happy and warm in the womb. Ya you were a week late, but also you had no intentions of really coming out despite pooping up in mamma, and risking great infections since all that water broke.

After 2 hours of hard pushing, it was determined that mamma had to consider options. Mamma determined to go with vacuum assisted delivery. So the important white MD's came in. Yamaka doctor was important white dude #1, and went in for the reach to see if there was any movement in the head during a push to determine if vacuum would work. Yamaka doc said it ain't moving and it ain't going to work. At this point, mamma also became violently ill while puking up lots of fluids- orange gatorade, water, etc. At that point her temp was 108 degrees, which basically meant she could have a fever due to an infection or something, which also meant baby could be at risk.

So at that point, mamma and White MD's decided C-section was the way. Mamma was rolled out to the OR, while I got to wear full scrubs and wait in the OR hallway like I was in trouble with the Principal. At that point baby, my head was flooded with thoughts of what you would look like, if there would be any complications with mamma getting her stomach cut open, etc. etc. It was all to surreal.

Finally, I was let into the OR, and there mamma was with the mask on, and splayed out in crucifix style- arms out to the side, and curtain divider up so that mamma couldn't see her inards being rearranged.

Dad got to see all the bloody mess, and it was cool. The all women surgery staff was quick, efficient, and amazing how they could manipulate various organs and stuff from one incision. Then you arrived baby, and boy the only think I could say or think about was, "whoa that's a big baby." It was beyond me how you fit up in mamma, and it made perfectly good sense why you weren't going to want to come out vaginally.

Baby girl, everything was so perfect, and the cheeks were the first thing that I noticed on you. Due to the c section you came out with perfect skin, no stretched out head, or anything like that. Such a cute kid you are, and mamma and I proud to take care of you for the remainder of time.