Sunday morning live
We arrived at the hospital, parked the car, and entered the building through the automatic doors near the admitting office. We didn't realize how many times we'd be walking through those doors over the next four weeks.
The admissions office was closed, so we headed straight up to labor and delivery as we had been told to do by our doctor. We got into a room, Amber got into the bed, and the nurse affixed three fetal heartbeat monitors to Amber's belly. It took her a while to get them positioned just so in order to hear the three heartbeats, and I was secretly very relieved when I finally heard the third one pounding through the speaker.
Folks began to arrive a few at a time and gather in the waiting room. The nurses told us that they were prepping the room and waiting for all the staff to arrive (we had thirteen hospital staff present at delivery), so we waited, chatting with family and friends, taking a few pictures, and wondering what it was all going to be like.
At 2:00 am, they were ready. They took Amber back to prep her for the c-section, and I wandered the hall between the OR and the waiting room. My parents finally arrived in spite of being pulled over by a police officer; their excuse got them a warning and a "be careful".
The nurse called me into the OR, and I entered to find Amber's head and arms on the 'safe' side of the blue drape. She'd already received anesthesia. The nurse pointed to my seat and our doctor offered some light-hearted encouragement. I sat down next to Amber's head. I kissed her, we exchanged some words and readied ourselves to meet the girls.
Before long, after what Amber described as 'tugging', I heard the doctor say "Dad, do you want to see Baby A?" I quickly overcame any fears of blood and fainting to stand and peer over the curtain. There was Aleah, my first daughter, the most amazing sight I had ever seen. The doctor then held Aleah over the curtain so Amber could see her. Two more times that happened..."Dad, see Baby B." Stand up, peer over, Bella, the most amazing sight; "Dad, Baby C", Clara, the most amazing sight.
Aleah, Bella, and Clara....they had arrived.
To be continued...
The admissions office was closed, so we headed straight up to labor and delivery as we had been told to do by our doctor. We got into a room, Amber got into the bed, and the nurse affixed three fetal heartbeat monitors to Amber's belly. It took her a while to get them positioned just so in order to hear the three heartbeats, and I was secretly very relieved when I finally heard the third one pounding through the speaker.
Folks began to arrive a few at a time and gather in the waiting room. The nurses told us that they were prepping the room and waiting for all the staff to arrive (we had thirteen hospital staff present at delivery), so we waited, chatting with family and friends, taking a few pictures, and wondering what it was all going to be like.
At 2:00 am, they were ready. They took Amber back to prep her for the c-section, and I wandered the hall between the OR and the waiting room. My parents finally arrived in spite of being pulled over by a police officer; their excuse got them a warning and a "be careful".
The nurse called me into the OR, and I entered to find Amber's head and arms on the 'safe' side of the blue drape. She'd already received anesthesia. The nurse pointed to my seat and our doctor offered some light-hearted encouragement. I sat down next to Amber's head. I kissed her, we exchanged some words and readied ourselves to meet the girls.
Before long, after what Amber described as 'tugging', I heard the doctor say "Dad, do you want to see Baby A?" I quickly overcame any fears of blood and fainting to stand and peer over the curtain. There was Aleah, my first daughter, the most amazing sight I had ever seen. The doctor then held Aleah over the curtain so Amber could see her. Two more times that happened..."Dad, see Baby B." Stand up, peer over, Bella, the most amazing sight; "Dad, Baby C", Clara, the most amazing sight.
Aleah, Bella, and Clara....they had arrived.
To be continued...
posted by drb at 4/21/2005 07:00:00 PM
3 Comments:
I better grab a kleenex! It brought tears just imagining your joyous moments. Thanks for sharing!
A THREE BLESSING NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What joy for Gram and Pappy!
JB
Seeing your child for the first time is an experience you never forget! What a blessing for you to experience it 3 times in one night!
~Hollie
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