Thank goodness for the epidural, I watched the contraction monitor sky rocket and Emma was sound asleep. Our visitors have just left and now maybe I can get some rest; the time, around 8:30am on Saturday October 10th 2009.
Sleep felt so good, except for the continuous beeping from the monitor machines. The room was cold, just about 60 degrees, pretty cold for me, Emma on the other hand in complete bliss; for the time being that is. I doze off and dream that I'm still awake in the room trying to go to sleep to the ever repetition of beeps echoing in the silence before the storm.
"Emma I need you to roll to your opposite side, we need to keep the baby moving and off that umbilical cord."- The nurse spoke firm and loudly; waking me from dreaming about going to sleep. "I'm also going to check how far along you are." as she proceeded to measure her dilated progress. "6cm still, ...." the nurse says as she checks the monitors.
I wake up to another nurse at the foot of my makeshift bed, with what looks like a birthday cake stack of white linen, a blue hat, booties to cover my shoes, and topped off with a bright yellow face mask. "I need you to start putting these on" the nurse, as she steps out of the room and another comes in to check now irregular beeping.
Was I still dreaming, or was there now two nurses in the room followed by a third masked individual re-positioning Emma.
"Gather all of your things and hers and get ready to move, this has to happen quick." One of the masked nurses with the blue booties on her shoes, as she stepped out of the room.
Emma slowly waking up is rolled out the door and down the hallway. Maybe this is not a dream...better get dressed and pack everything up. "Let me help you carry some of your things," A masked nurse assists me in getting our bags moved into the recovery room. "Right this way, Dad..." as she points down the hall to the operating room. "The baby has not made any progress past 6cm in the last 5 hours, we have to get him out by C-Section." She directs me to the dad to be chair in the hallway outside of the operating room, as other masked individuals walk up and down the hall as their blue booties shuffle quietly.
Coming down the stretch, here I am in the hallway, across the way Emma is being prepped for C-Section. I'm suited in a paper linen full body zip up, with blue booties over my shoes, a blue paper hat, and a bright yellow face mask that connects around my ears. I guess I better update a few people before I go in there, it could be awhile, and I don't want them calling during the operation. Problem is, I can't get to my phone in my pants pocked with out unzipping and twisting my arm through the opening to get my phone as I walk down the hall. I don't even remember who or what I texted, but it was something in the form of 'its time, she getting c-sectioned. "Right this way, Dad." the nurse handed me over to the Anesthesiologist.
"Hello, Emma is all prepped and ready, I will be monitoring her heart rate and managing her pain, please sit here," the masked man gave me a seat next to Emma's stretched out arm so I could at least hold her hand behind the wall of a curtain draped over her chest. Opposite the curtain, there was a great team of doctors and nurses already going for Mr. Noah.
The time was around 10:30am Saturday October 10th, 2009, and what I saw that day... let me just say it like this...-you know how you see the programs on T.V. that show a C-Section, well, take that and think about it 100 times over in different ways, because on T.V. you know the show is only 1 hour long. This however, felt like the longest and shortest 2 hours in my life. It was as if time had stopped to wait for Noah to be born, although he was 5 days overdue and Emma is a Champ. She pulled through with, lets say it this way flying colors. If I were in here position, I know I would have been crying. I'm very proud of her giving birth to a healthy big 7lbs. 3/4oz, 20inches, and the World's Coolest Baby, NOAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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