First cry. Hearty, full, and completely amazing. In the moments before J entered into our air I was overcome with emotion. tears rolled down my cheeks as I felt all the pain and discomfort from the last 30 hours disappear and I knew my precious son would be in our arms in a matter of minutes.
So thankful that we were under the care of some pretty awesome midwives, nurses, doctors and anesthesiologists. The labor and delivery unit is no joke, it's filled with long hours, patience with hormonal pregnant laboring women...not to mention hungry ones too! Everyone on our "team" including my mother in law, sister in law and R tried their best to keep me comfortable, safe and in active labor so that we could reach the end result...baby J!
At first everything went as according to plan, but as the hours rolled by and shift changes were made my second midwife of the time there realized it was time to look at J via ultrasound as something didn't seem quite right. It turns out he was slightly off to the side with his head, and it would really need to be going straight down for the next stage of labor to happen. It was decided then to have me move into some different postitions to see if we could get him to move a little more. It didn't really work. At the end of the afternoon on Saturday, Dec 12th my last check was given and still the contractions though very regular and close were not strong enough to keep things going. The doctor was consulted and after talking over the risks that were there for me (extended time on Pitocin, hemorrhage) it was decided baby J would come to us via C-section.
I was quickly prepped, R handed some classy scrubs and cap, and a massive team of people came in to start the extra iv's and meds needed for surgery. They wheeled me out and down the hall. I felt very calm actually and was told later they hadn't seen anyone that unruffled for a c-section before! I was ready. Ready to meet my son in the outside world, and I also trusted God to guide these medical professionals to do the work that they have been trained to do.
In what seemed just a matter of seconds to me, that hearty cry filled the room and everyone was buzzing about with excitement. J had to be cleaned up and made sure the meconium he had swallowed in utero was out of his lungs. I was hit with nausea but soon R was next to me holding our son. OUR SON. Wow. I cannot describe the love that washed over us as we lived in this moment...so very unreal. They allowed me to hold him on my chest for skin-to-skin care which is so beneficial at this stage. Blessed. Unbelievably blessed beyond measure.