I went through his baby memory box the other day because I am trying to organize my hospital bag and thought that I might want to bring his baby brother home from the hospital in Connor's baby kimono set. But, after I opened it and looked at all the things in that box, I decided to leave it. Those are Connor's special things and I want them to stay that way.
It struck me that this new baby's arrival will be documented here in Tatertown, but that Connor's was not. On the other hand, Connor has a beautiful baby book and memory box that I'll be hard pressed to live up to for his brother!
Here's our first family picture right after he was born. And his footprints and birth announcement:
It was a long day. We got to the hospital around 10am for a scheduled 12:30 pm c-section. But...as fate would have it we had to wait until around 4:30 to go into the OR. First, my doctor had another patient in hard labor at 11 am--so we had to wait until that one gave birth. Thankfully, she moved it along and we cleared that hurdle around 1pm. Then, just as we were about to head in to the OR, an ambulance radioed that they were bringing in a pregnant automobile accident victim. So, they needed to hold my OR space in case of an emergency with that woman. We stayed in pretty good spirits in a tiny little room with me hooked up to a fetal monitor. I was glad that I was not either one of those other moms---neither in a car crash nor in labor.
When we finally got things moving along, it went quickly. There was an ARMY of people in the OR--I was shocked by how many nurses and staff were there. And I was tremendously impressed with the very very organized and well-coordinated way that things happened. My anesthesiologist was charming and my spinal block / epidural application was great--even though we had to move it up one vertebrae because the first one was funky. I didn't want nor need any kind of tranquilizer and I was able to be totally aware of what was going on and talk to Bob and my doctor the whole time. It was just as I would have wanted it to be--not dramatic, calm, and very deliberate. They took him out (after having to make my incision a bit bigger because the doctor could not fit him through the original!), we got a quick few pictures and then off he went with Daddy for his first bath while the doctor closed me back up.
I got to see him again when I was in the recovery room and Bob wheeled him in in the plastic bassinet thing. I was shaking from the anesthesia like a crazy woman at the top of Mount Everest in winter and couldn't hold him until later when I was in my room. I don't remember too much after that--I was sleepy and Bob was sleepy and they took Connor to the nursery for a few hours so that we could get some rest.
After that, the rest of our lives together began. But I do remember one thing--our first family hug that night. And just like in Lilo and Stitch, during the hug, my silly, crazy husband said "Ohana means family". And it does.
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