See video for title reference, or for a good laugh.
Well, it’s finally time to kick off the soon-to-come posts about our new bundle of joy, Carter. What better way to start it off than to tell my story about his story.
On Tuesday September 7th we called the hospital at 4:30 am to see if they had enough rooms available to take us in at 5:30 (this was what we were told to do). Lucky for me they needed some extra time due to a few extra drop-ins they didn’t expect. So we were told to come in an hour later. Yay! Extra sleep!
So we arrived at the hospital and were quickly ushered into our room with all of our luggage in hand. Em suggested leaving some in the van and me going down to puck it up later, but I’m too lazy stubborn smart for that.
The rest is a bunch of details I can’t really recall. Basically she went from 1cm dilated to 8cm dilated from 8am to 9pm.
From that point on it was like watching a Medical TV Drama. Suddenly nurses and doctors appeared from doors I didn’t know existed. Emiley was perfectly calm, but she had meds pumping into her! Where was my medicine!?!?! I kept hearing talk of me needing to wear a “suit” but I wasn’t told whether I needed to get it (perhaps it was behind one of those hidden doors?) or if someone was bringing it to me. Finally a nurse walks in and hands me my hazmat jumper and breathing mask. So I step into the bathroom and then contemplate, “I put this on OVER my clothes right? I don’t get undressed and then…” (at that point I realized that I was an idiot and that the jumper was VERY see through).
So, moving on…
They take us to the surgery room and they tell me to sit in a chair outside the room and wait until they’re ready for me. This whole time 2 things are going through my head. 1. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. Is this really happening?” and 2. “THIS IS JUST LIKE IN THE TV SHOWS!!!”. Seriously… the way the surgeons washed their hands at that HUGE sink, shake them off, and then back into the room holding their arms up and away from their bodies… just like a TV show.
So at this point I’m a nervous wreck. The whole “TV Show” comparison subsided and I realized that it WAS really happening! I tried to tell myself that women have C-Sections all the time, but that didn’t really help. This was the same feeling I had before our wedding started, I just wanted to know if Em was ok. (The wedding was easier though, I just asked Jared how she was right before we walked out… I didn’t have anyone with me this time!). But all of the sudden, amongst the countless number of nurses and doctors talking in the room I make out one discernible conversation.
“Are you okay sweetie?”
“Yeah” (Emiley said in a super cute, positive voice)
Finally! My nerves went away! The problem now was that my nose started running and I couldn’t do anything about it because of the stupid mask!
So they finally call me into the room. Once again my mind went right back to “It’s like a TV Show!!!” and then I saw Emiley laying on the table with her arms stretched out (it actually made me chuckle… it was like she was being crucified… not that that’s something to chuckle at, it was just funny at the time). So they showed me to my chair right next to Emiley who immediately hears me sniffling and reassures me that it’s going to be okay. So I sat next to her as she shook like crazy! (both from the amount of meds she was on and the fact that it was FREEZING in there!) and in no time we had a baby!
He didn’t come out crying so they immediately took him to the little table and started cleaning him up and in a matter of seconds we heard our little boy cry for the first time. Once they got him mostly cleaned up they called me over to take pictures.
Once I got a few good shots I took the camera back over to Emiley so she could see him (her vision was blocked by the sheet in front of her face).
Then they weighed him, wrapped him up and brought him over to me to hold for the remainder of the surgery. He was so quiet and still. Eyes wide open looking around at everything. It was amazing.