The prep time for the surgery was only about 15 minutes, but without Steve, my rock and comfort by my side, it felt like forever. My sister and Mom were able to get there right as I was being taken in and had just enough time to give me there love and let me know they were there. I was wheeled into the surgery room where they would quickly prep me and deliver baby Brooklyn. I can't remember one thing about the room other than the voices of the many staff, the curtain that would block me from the delivery, and eventually Steve and our new baby.
My vision was still blurred and possibly being caused by anxiety that was getting ready to launch a major headache. The anesthesiologist sat above my head and explained to process they would go through to prepare me and eventually deliver the baby. First my epidural and then the staff role call. There were about 6-7 doctors and nurses preparing and helping. The anesthesiologist asked me right before surgery if this baby was going to have a lot of hair? I chuckled and said "No"! I honestly thought that with parents who were born with nothing but a little blond fuzz would crate a baby with the same. He liked that and said that's his favorite kind of baby, since he too had no hair, he explained as he rubbed his bald head. Finally, Steve was brought to my side. I was so scared, but he took my hand and reassured me everything was going to be okay. They were all moving so fast around me, but I tried to focus on him and block everything else out.
It was a weird and uncomfortable feeling to have someone cutting into you and pulling and stretching areas of your stomach that were not meant to be moved in such ways. I continued to focus on Steve as he talked to me and watched me wince and cringe with the tugging of my body.
Finally, the doctor announced, "This baby has a lot of hair"! One final tug and then they brought her up by my head. She was absolutely beautiful. The tears streamed down our proud faces as we finally were introduced to our Brooklyn Grace. They had to give her a couple puffs of air to get her breathing going, but other than that she was a healthy 6lb, 2oz baby girl that was 18" long (or short I should say!). Steve was able to watch as they cleaned her up and got her stats while they stapled and stitched and put me back together.
Once done, we were able to move into the recovery room and start enjoying the new life that was just put into our lives.
Finally, things were starting to get to a controlled comfortable point. For now...
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