Part 2- The Birth

As I mentioned before this will be part 2 of my son's birth into this world.
Honestly, this part gets a little hazy after a c-section they drug you up pretty well.

 They put me in recovery room they told everyone that was waiting to please wait in the hall. Once, everyone left they cleaned me up and made sure I was comfortable they left. My husband and family came in telling me about my son that they seen in the window as the nurses was cleaning him and giving him his first shots. It almost seems too cruel to give a newborn baby so many shots ans stick them repeatedly with needles just as they leave the comfort of the womb. Unfortunately, the trouble didn't stop as soon as my son was born. According to the doctors and nurses my son had trouble breathing and had to be under constant supervision. There was also a chance if he didn't improve he would be medi-flighted to the hospital one hour and a half away. I knew even in the drugged state something was wrong because, they didn't wheel him in the room to meet me and to nurse for the first time. I waited and waited to meet my son as the night progressed my family dwindled and finally everyone left all except for my husband. He thought I didn't understand the gravity of the situation but, I did. I just choose not to start crying over my broken heart until everyone left the room.

Every nurse who came in to give me medication, to check me, or to help me to the bathroom I would ask "when can I see my son?" each time they would dance around the subject and never give me a definite answer. Finally, the doctor came in and gave me a report about how my son was doing. My heart skipped a beat when he gave me a good report. I was so happy and again I asked "when can I see my son?" finally he said I could. This was much easier than said this required me freshly out of surgery, hooked up to to many cords and lines I could barely move. Close to midnight I seen my son for the first time after they took him from my body. He was so handsome with his crooked nose and bruised ear from being in the birth canal. I wanted to stare at him all night but, our visit could only be a few minutes.He too was hooked up to cords and lines that looked way to big for his little arm.
Seeing him like that made my heart ache feeling his pain. Between the medication and the crackers that was my supper started to come up the back of my throat. We left the nursery I felt so much better seeing my baby knowing that he was okay. I was so tired from the long day I could feel sleep starting to weigh my eyes down.

I wish I could say the night was peaceful and uneventful but, every three hours I was awakened for more medication to keep the pain at bay and to check my blood pressure and O2 levels. This was followed by even more needle sticks. I swear I stopped counting needle sticks past twenty. I hate needles and most times I would just faint on spot but, like I said after twenty sticks what is one more? The next morning was the first time I held my son. He was so little cords and lines still attached to his frail body. I just stared at him for the longest time before the nurse came in to assist with nursing my son for the first time. Just like most moms I was worried that my son would not take to nursing. He latched on and it seemed like motherhood began. My husband has the honor of holding and changing my son's diaper first but, I'm glad he was part of it all. I know he will never forget the small little things that mean so much.

He loves to tell the story of when the nurses brought out our son. The nurses brought a bundled freshly born baby to my husband announcing a congratulations for a healthy baby boy. The nurses handed him to my husband as, my husband looked upon his face a few tears fell and hit him square on the face. Our son began to cry after my husbands tears of joy fell upon his face.

I love that story too. It reminds me that it just wasn't me giving birth to our son. It was also my husband. Even if our son didn't come out of his body he came out of his heart. For men its hard to understand the connection that a mother and son have from the moment they are conceived. This is not saying that being a mother is easy. Most find that bringing that little bundle of joy into the world is the easiest part of becoming a parent.

Part three shall include that rest of our hospital stay