Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Our baby boy
This is our little boy when he was about 30 minutes old. It was a strange experience having a C-section...I went into the operating theatre all alone, I was naked since they don't give you a gown or anything to wear, and felt a little self conscious as I was sitting on the bed/operating table waiting to get my epidural. I have never seen such a massive needle in my life and was scared so asked one of the nurses if I could hold her hand. Thankfully she said yes. The nurses tried to calm me down by making small talk which I appreciated.
I felt a little nauseous the table since my head was tilted down a little lower then my body. A cover was placed on my chest and a small curtain up and over my stomach so I couldn't see them hacking into me. Above me however was a large light which clearly let me see the reflection of my open stomach. I made sure not to look up, but rather looked at the nurse who was holding a tube which softly blew cool air onto my face (to help with the nausea.)
The sensation of having doctors pull a baby out of your stomach is a strange one. You can't feel the pain, but you still have feeling. I felt them tug the baby out, and then I looked over to my right as they said "this is your baby" or something along those lines. If memory serves they were holding him by his feet and he was purple. I can't remember if he was crying. I didn't actually feel anything, no emotion as it was a surreal experience. They don't place the baby onto your chest for skin to skin contact, instead they whisked him off into the other room for his check-up and to clothe him.
A few moments later, a screaming little baby was again briefly brought into the room, again on my right hand side and they bent him over me a little so I could give him a quick peck on the cheek. Then he was gone.
Bel fidanzato was waiting for me outside of the delivery rooms and he later told me how the door opened and a nurse came out pushing a crib with a small baby in it. He only realised it was our baby since they had my empty bag in the crib. It was the bag with his change of clothes etc...and if it hadn't been for that then who knows if they would have told bel fidanzato that this baby was his! Normally they call out the father's name, but for some reason this nurse didn't. The baby then was sent to my room to await my arrival. By this stage there were a few members of the family waiting for us, and they eagerly followed the baby into my room while bel fidanzato waited for me to exit.
By the time I got to my room about 20 minutes had passed and I was - not angry - but a little disappointed I guess you could say, disappointed that everyone had seen the baby, touched the baby, kissed the baby - before I had even had a good look at him! I had no idea what he looked like yet all these other people had.
At least he was fine, in good health, a little on the smaller side but perfect in every way. Now that he's home he's already getting little chubby cheeks and is the most beautiful baby in the world!