The longest night of my life turned out to be the longest 3 days. I was checked, prodded and poked not too mention moved two hundred times per minute by the various nurses. I had never had my blood pressure taken so many times in my life. I had never been hooked up to do many things either.
By day 3 I was secretly cursing my sons father only because he was the only person other then the room besides the never ending parade of nurses and doctors. When I was waken up at 4 am and still no progress in dialating past 6 cm I said to the nurse enough was enough. Although I was not looking forward to go home to a hot leather couch as a bed but I was more then ready to have this baby.
The doctor explained to me about caesarian sections and said that the scar won't be too noticeable in case I wanted to go to the beach wearing a bikini. Now I was flattered that this doctor thought my body was good enough before pregnancy to wear a bikini. Little did he know the last time I wore anything that resembled a bikini was in the ninth grade. But, I just nodded in agreement.
I was rolled to the operation room which looked nothing like I had envisioned. The ones on TV have lights overhead and phones for the doctors to use in case. I don't know what in case the phones are for but I see them on TV and in some movies. And classical music is always playing. My operating room was more of a big and wide open space and to my right was another room with a wall in between the two rooms. No door on my room or the room over as far as I could tell. Two men lifted me on to a table like surface and one nurse commented to the men to be careful cause I as heavy. I gave her the evil eye. Of course I was heavy then her size 0 little non pregnant body. I almost said something but common sense returned to my labored brain just in time.
My sons father was told to sit on a stool after he changed into the appropriate scrubs. Of course they didn't direct him he could move the stool so he wouldn't have to look at the bloody parts of everything. So there he sat in horror watching the operation from about 20 feet away.
I don't like the oxygen masks they made me wear but it was necessary. The little rust colored pills they gave me to settle my stomach but about halfway through the pills made me sick and there I was throwing up in a little sliver pan the anesthesiologist held for me since I could not move my arms or anything else. He assured me that it was fine and I was fine.
I then heard a little while later the doctor singing to the top ten pop song on the radio and a few minutes later the doctor said that it was almost time. And then the baby was here. The nurse took him to the other side of the room with my dons father closely following behind her. Two minutes later I heard his first cry.
I could not really see anything just hearing his cries told me he was healthy. It seemed like forever before I finally got to see him. I was still being stapled back together and the nurse brought him to me. I kissed his little cheek and two seconds later I was out like a light snoring.
The next time I woke up a nurse was standing over me and my new born son was in the baby bed thing beside me.
I looked at my so through groogy eyes and whispered hello Joshua we did it.
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