Wednesday, October 2, 2013
This is the story of how I came to have said baby.
I went to the hospital on Monday Sept 9th for them to try a procedure to "coax" baby out of his stubbornly-breech position. No luck. All I had to show for it was a lot of bruising on my abdomen (i.e. it HURT). Afterward they scheduled me to have a C-section on Sept 24th and I was devastated.
The next evening, September 10th at approx. 10:30pm, I was reading on the bed while on my knees and elbows trying to convince baby one last time that his sense of gravity is off... when suddenly, Did I just pee my pants?? Oh no, if this is my water breaking, does that mean baby has to be born, like, today? And then panic set in... because I am supposed to have 2 more weeks to prepare. I don't have a hospital bag packed. The "nursery" is still a store-all-junk-room that also happens to have piles of baby stuff in it. I even left perishable food on my desk at work because, you know, I'm supposed to come in tomorrow!
Joseph went into panic mode because all he heard during my pregnancy were stories of people almost having their babies on the way to the hospital. I just held a rolled-up towel between my legs and waddled around the house calmly collecting things to bring to the hospital. Joseph scooted me out the door and away we went... to have a baby!
Joseph passed 2 police cars on the way but neither gave us the chance to use the whole "my wife is in labor!" excuse so we continued uninterrupted on our journey in total disbelief that this was really happening.
We arrived at the hospital at 11:15pm and I tried to focus through my contractions as they prepared me for the C-section. The nurse said the doctor is on his way and we would have a baby in about an hour. I had dreamt the night before that if we had a baby on September 11th it would be really funny to tell people that we named our baby Freedom Gunfighter Ricks (because, you know, 'Merica). Now faced with that reality I asked the nurse how likely it was that we could get this baby out before midnight. Really, who wants their baby to share their birthday with a national tragedy?
Well, as you may have been noticing, baby has a history of doing things his own way. He was born at 12:33am on September 11. 7lbs 3oz, 19 inches. Oh and the reason baby was breech and could not turn: the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck 3 times! Knowing that I am SO grateful everything happened the way it did.
And it turns out, being C-sectioned was not nearly as terrible as I thought it would be. I feel like I cheated at childbirth. It took all of 6 minutes to slice & dice and pull baby out. (They even let Joseph film it!)
Now we have our little Benjamin Freedom Ricks.
Just kidding. His middle name is Gavin :)