On July 2oth, 2007 the weather went bellow 26 degrees for the first time in 2 weeks. During those 2 weeks my mom had been down waiting to meet her little grandson. I of course was convinced that he would be early, so insisted she should be as well. Oh little do I know! I had been to my doctor a day earlier and she had agreed to have me induced if there was a bed available. We waited all day, with now luck. After phoning and letting the nurses know I was available AT ANY TIME to have this baby, my mom and I went to see "Hairspray". Of course with 20 min left of he movie, the hospital phones to tell me they have a bed, if i can make it there within the hour. We rushed home, got ready, and John and I raced to the hospital. Where we waited.
After meeting my doctor, meeting the potential surgeon, having the surgeon tell my doctor that she will not be needed, I finally got a bed. I was induced, and left to wait in agony. I lasted a good hour, then begged for and got my epidural.... god bless that man. To make a long story short, after waiting it out, telling the doctor every time he saw me that i was NOT going to have a c-section.... I was guilted into it after finally dilating to 8cm. Who can argue with an "educated" surgeon who tells you that your baby could be in danger. (this is not the time to get into my c-section conspiracy theory)
Well, i soon forgot about being strapped to a table and chocking on my vomit during this wonderful operation.... because this is what i got to hold onto while I recovered.
After meeting my doctor, meeting the potential surgeon, having the surgeon tell my doctor that she will not be needed, I finally got a bed. I was induced, and left to wait in agony. I lasted a good hour, then begged for and got my epidural.... god bless that man. To make a long story short, after waiting it out, telling the doctor every time he saw me that i was NOT going to have a c-section.... I was guilted into it after finally dilating to 8cm. Who can argue with an "educated" surgeon who tells you that your baby could be in danger. (this is not the time to get into my c-section conspiracy theory)
Well, i soon forgot about being strapped to a table and chocking on my vomit during this wonderful operation.... because this is what i got to hold onto while I recovered.
Isn't he beautiful.
Now my little Miles Gavin Clarke has turned 1, he is just as beautiful but not quite as quiet. He amazes me every hour of every day with the way he smiles and laughs. He loves to give me kisses, and giggles like a crazy man while his big sister makes him laugh. The sweetest part of the day is when John's car pulls into the driveway and i hold him up to the window. He kicks his feet and screams, "DA, DA, DA".
We love our little man, and can't imagine what the world was like with out him!
Happy Birthday Miles!
1 comment:
I had no idea you had a c-section. I do agree that their should be NO optional C sections, but that if the baby truly is in danger, I don't care how they get them out!
Happy Birthday Miles!!
(Did you ever get to go and see hairspray?)
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