10 Years Ago
Time 8:27am, September 10, 2000.
The nurse smiled, I mean really smiled, then rubbed my arm, “she may come out a little blue and floppy“.
I was 29 and completely inexperienced in labor and delivery. I thought the nurse meant my baby would be a touch tired after labor and have a slight discoloration.
Nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.
I was under the influence of some good drugs.
In complete retrospect, sober DH had a much better perspective of that moment:
Rewind to 7:30am – DH was thinking;
“Okay it has been an hour and a half of pushing and it didn’t seem that we were all that much closer.
Kathleen continued pushing and the baby’s heart rate continued to drop.
The Doctor then arrives and the nurse whispers how long Kathleen has been working and that the baby was showing “variables”.
After a review of the chart, the Doc came over to Kathleen to say “I am going to give you just one more chance and then we need to prepare for a c-section”.
Okay DH. Stop hogging my blog … geez. Let me drive now.
So with this cautionary warning in my ear I pushed from my soul.
Lauren was born. And I remember the silence.
ALL OF THE SUDDEN the room filled up like a Frat party at USC with 5 open kegs of Stella.
I looked around to see 10 ‘neonatal specialist’.
The nurse understood my confusion and said “they are here for resuscitation”.
To make a long story short. Lauren had a very short umbilical cord, only 18 inches. Every time I pushed, her body could not tolerate the force. The team of doctors and equipment crashed our delivery believing Lauren would need to be resuscitated.
However, when she arrived she told the team of specialist that Momma’s last push was swift and life saving.
With an audience of medical personnel smiling in amazement, she arrived pink and perfect.
She still is today 10 years later.
Happy Birthday to the number one supporter of Sugar and Spice
We love you….