With a new job and a new baby, it's a wonder I'm able to get anything done anywhere. *LOL*
Okay, so here we go...
We got to the hospital at 5:55 on the morning of Thursday, 11 October 2012. I dropped Louise off at the front door and I went to park the car at the train station (free parking!). She messaged me to let me know that she was in a private room.
At first I was nervous...because in the back of my head, a private room for a pregnant woman doesn't make me feel all that secure. I finally get to the maternity ward and a midwife told me that she was in room 6.
Room 6 is next door to room 7. Room 7 is where Thomas was born.
Walked in and she was sitting calmly on the bed. I rubbed her belly and told our little boy that we'd be meeting him soon. After all, we were first on the list...and they start at 8am.
At a few minutes past 7, another midwife came in and handed me a pair of scrubs. We were getting ready to leave for the operating room. It wasn't long before an orderly arrived to wheel Louise's bed out of the room. She had been doing so very well until that moment...and then the reality of what was getting ready to happen hit her.
They took her into the operating theatre...and made me wait out in the hall until they got her ready. It felt like forever that I was sitting there, but in reality...it was probably only about 15 minutes or so.
At 8, they took me in and everything was all set up. They directed me to a stool next to Louise's head and said "You have access to that hand", meaning her right one. I grabbed it pretty quickly and we just chatted for a little while.
At 8:30, I was starting to get a bit worried because it was taking so long to get him out. At 8:38, Dr. K said "Get your camera ready, he's almost out"...and then I heard him cry. The most beautiful sound I've ever heard.
At 8:39, our Nio was here. And screaming about the injustice of it all.
The took him over to an examination table and told me to come over so I could trim the cord. I got that done and then just stood there...in awe of this amazing being who was screaming.
Within a few minutes, the decision was made to take him to the special care nursery. He was okay, he was just having some issues with his breathing and his heartrate was a bit higher than they liked. I asked Louise what she wanted me to do...and she told me to go with him.
I followed them down to the nursery and they were all wonderful. They could tell I was scared and did everything they could to reassure me. It was all precautionary.
I sat next to him and talked to him and gently stroked his arms and legs....and waited for Louise. Because they said that they would bring her through on the way back to our room.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, the orderly wheeled her bed right through the nursery and stopped right in front of our son. It was then that we confirmed to each other (and everyone else standing there) that his name was definitely Nio. It just suited him.
Louise could only stay for a few minutes, but it was wonderful to watch her eyes light up when she looked at our son...this beautiful little boy that she created.
I had intended to write the whole story, but it's nearly time for me to go home...and since my computer died, I can only do this at work for the time being.
I'll write Part 2 tomorrow. :)
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