Ms. Thang was born. We planned a c-section for the next week but at the end of my pregnancy, I was suffering some severe swelling and a spike in BP. I tried to convince the doctor to let me have her on the 13th, which happened to be a Friday (because short of a halloween birthday, which I tried for with The Boy and missed, what could be better than Friday the 13th) but she said she only did scheduled c/s on Monday so I had to wait through the weekend.
I was supposed to have her at 8:15, meaning I had to be at the hospital by 6 to get prepped. While I was getting prepped, something bad things happened on the ward and my surgery, being not an emergency, got bumped back. Then, the doctors had to go and actually see patients in the office so I got bumped back even further. The major problem in all this was the fact that I couldn't eat for 12 hours before my surgery which was supposed to be at 8. By noon, I was ready to KILL for food. It wasn't until after 2 that I finally got taken back and doped up for the surgery. I had been watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer every day on TV and it was the middle of the 7th and final season. Since I didn't have anything better to do, I was trying to watch an episode when they came to get me. I was irked because I had waited that long, I could stand to wait a few more minutes so I could see the end of the episode LOL
After I had her, they took her back to my room, where my brother was the first person to hold her. I had insisted that I be allowed to attempt nursing in recovery so they brought her down to me after a bit. I tried nursing and she wasn't interested (which was pretty much the story of our lives from then on out) so I held her for a few minutes until suddenly, I felt very sick. I yelled for the nurse who just managed to get me the puke pan before I lost it all over the baby. That was when the recovery nurses decided that she needed to go back to my room LOL
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Happy Birthday Ms. Thang!
LMAO! I almost puked on Wiggle-Worm, luckily they got me the kidney shaped bucket thing in time =)
just to make things clear, like crystal. I, me, daddy, was the first person to hold her, other than the doctors. I totally did the cord cutting, and the hanging out in the nursery while they cleaned the goo off of her (nothing special I did the same with "the boy" as well).
Just FYI
I remember us telling your brother that he was dumb for holding her before your mom got in the room because she would be mad and if I remember I don't think she was too happy about it
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