by Godmodule » Thu Apr 05, 2007 12:29 am
Ok, on Monday I had the biggest terror that could ever be put into a human being. Keep in mind I was quite the delinquent in my younger days, I've had 3 drug OD's, come really close to going to prison 3 times (never convincted, thank god), and had a gun pulled on me once. Those pale in comparison to this:
My wife went into labor on Monday, 2 days past due. Everything was going fine for about 6 hours. Then the moment of truth hits, and the baby starts coming out. My wife's mother and I are in the room, when the baby's heart monitor starts going off. The monitor went from 140 to 60. My wife pushed, but couldn't get the baby out. Then I hear the doctor screaming into the hall to prep the OR and get a surgeon. My wife started going hysterical, as did I and next thing you know they wheel her out into the OR. So there her mother and I are, with no answers, I'm bawling hysterically, screaming and puking all over the floor wondering how the hell I'm supposed to survive and raise my 7 year old daughter without her mother, the woman I've been with for almost 10 years, since I was 20 years old. Sometime goes by, and no one tells us anything. I'm cursing God at this point, for not being on my side, and offering my soul to Satan for their sake. Then the nurse comes out, and luckily God was on my side. What had happened was that the umbilical cord had gotten wrapped around the baby's neck twice, and when my wife was pushing the baby was getting strangled. So they did and emergency C-section (and had to make a very large incision) and pull the baby out the other way, and on the way out the baby swallowed a very large amount of amniotic fluid and almost drowned. So I'm freaking out now about brain damage, which the doctor assured me after the tests the baby was fine. So my wife's laying in bed on a morphine drip, and I'm learning how to care for a baby who I was terrified to even pick up. Then the baby wouldn't eat for a day, because he was still puking up all that fluid. However, this story does have a happy ending:
My wife will fully recover (save for a large scar from being stapled), and I'm the father of a baby boy named Sebastian, who came in at 8 pounds and 13 ounces and dwarfed every other kid in the nursery (I swear I think I saw stubble when he came out). As for the not eating, he finished puking and is now eating just fine.