Last night we had a phone call that put back the time of the caesarian. Not psychologically the best thing that could have happened. So this morning we left for the hospital later then originally planned but no one had been able to sleep.
After having been given a room, it was a waiting game until it was time to have the operation. Unfortunately for a second time it was put back by 30 minutes as our neighbour in the room next door had to have an emergency caesarian.
Eventually my wife was wheeled away and prepped, I was taken to get scrubs. No one mentioned before that you don’t wear your clothes under the scrubs, cleanliness being one reason, temperature another. I had to find ingenious ways of storing two phones, a wallet and a camera on myself. I proceeded to pace up and down outside the operating theatre for what felt like an eternity. The Doctor passed me at one point and asked how I was, I told him honestly I was very anxious and had been for days. He reiterated that everything was going to be fine.
Finally, 15 minutes to four o’clock I joined my wife and the operation began shortly after. Its hard to explain what happened, but we held hands throughout and I couldn’t believe how amazingly she coped.
At 4:05pm he arrived.
The Doctor asked if I wanted to see him, so I looked over the curtain to see a grey little creature, still quiet, being pulled out. I then cut the umbilical – all rather surreal in retrospect. He was cleaned up and placed on the heat table to be checked over. All fingers and toes present. Length measured, weight taken.
A bouncing baby boy weighing 7lb 7oz and 54cm long had entered our lives.
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