30 Days of Days: Day 16-The Day of A Child's Birth

Two very different births, two very different kids.

February 17, 1992...It was 11 something when labor started.  Actually, February 16th. First of all, he was due on February 9th and lo and behold my cousin Deb had her son right on our due date as planned.

So we were at the hospital, in that room for 23 hours before Big Sexy (Da Kween's name for him) was born.  I walked halls, did breathing all the stuff you're supposed to do and he took his sweet time getting here and they had to pull him out with forceps.  His chord was wrapped around his neck, so it seemed like my body did not want to let go.  Other than that, he was a healthy 8 lbs, 6 oz.  If you know him, he still is usually the one we're waiting on.

The second, August 1, 1997.  It  promised to be a big baby.  Never found out whether it was a boy or girl, just never had any girl names picked out.  Two weeks before, the baby was big and breach.  They were going to have to reach up in me and turn it around.  The night before they were going to do so, I watched tv and my stomach did a huge flip flop and everything was fine.

I went to the hospital on the morning of the 1st, ready for induction at 6 am.  They administered the medicine and we waited.

And waited and waited.

And waited.

Now if you thought that other kid took his sweet time, this one was downright stubborn!  They kept giving me more meds to increase my labor and the more they did, the more this kid stayed put.

Finally, he got an eviction notice from the doctor.  He didn't want to come out, the doctor was putting him out!  He said c-section and I started crying. (back then I was scared of surgery)

So they took me in to the OR and everything was abuzz. I couldn't tell you how many people were in there.  Then they told me that they were going to give me something to numb me from the waist down.

Except when they gave it to me, it felt like my chest was closing up.  I tried to tell them it was going the wrong way, but no one listened.

I was scared to close my eyes and was glad when my son's dad came in.  He asked if I was ok and I told him it was numbing the wrong direction and relayed the message and got everything back on track.

I felt a lot of pressure when the cut me open and I could feel them press down on the top part of my belly and pull him out of the bottom part and when that nurse said 9 lbs. 6 oz, I cried tears of joy that he WAS a c-section!  And Little Big Voice was so...