The clock was ticking and I was still waiting for my cervix to do its job. My sister was knocked out on the couch. My poor husband’s head was about to roll off as he tried to get some sleep in a chair. I tried to get some rest but no haps. So in between dozes, I watched TV and waited … and waited.
About 6:30 a.m. the doctor came in to check my cervix. Nothing had changed. I was still in between the 2cm and 3cm mark. Looks like I was not going to get to 10cm any time soon or at all for that matter. My birth plan was not going as planned.
Because they had already broke my water, I couldn’t wait too long to have this stubborn baby of mine. Eventually, the inevitable. I would have to have a C-Section. I was not happy. I was frustrated. I was tired. I was annoyed. And now I would have to have major surgery. It had been a long two days and I was just ready to have this baby. Having a C-Section just seemed like the worse. From my hubby, to my sister, the nurses and doctor — they all consoled me. They told me it was going to be ok.
In the grand scheme of things delivery is really up to the baby. We can plan how we want things to go but we all know that sometimes things just don’t go the way we planned. I wasn’t planning on having a child at 44. But here I was about to do it. Overall we just wanted a healthy child. So how ever he was going to come into the world we were gonna have to deal with it.
Things moved pretty quickly after I was told the news. The got me prepped to go to the operating room. I was about to have a whole child y’all. “I don’t know nothin’ bout birthing no babies.”
OUR lives were about to change. What would he look like? Would he have my eyes? His dad’s complexion? Our personalities? There was so much going through my head. Mostly, that everything would go as smoothly as possible.
My poor sister, having waited hours, now had to leave the hospital right when I was about to deliver. She has three children of her own so she had to get back to take them to whatever activities they had that day. So it was just me and Dad. I think that’s how it was meant to be though.
It was time. We were about to become parents.
OH. MY. GOD.
LOOK. AT. GOD.
THANK. YOU. GOD.
They gave hubby a sterile jumpsuit to put on. HA-LAR because he could barely fit it. They put the little cotton cap on my head and proceeded to roll me to the operating room. They lifted my body a bit to transfer me from my hospital bed to the operating table. Then they put up a barrier between my upper body and my lower body so we couldn’t see them cutting me open. Please and Thank You.
They numbed me up some more — Praise Him! Because one thing I didn’t want was to be awake during major surgery and feel them cutting me open. No thanks. I’ve never had major surgery before so I have no idea what to expect during or after.