I’m not entirely sure how you even really should start a post about how your child was unexpectedly thrust into this world less than ten weeks shy of their due date. It’s a wonder I can construct a sentence at all after the emotional rollercoaster we’ve been riding the past eleven days.
The baby, who had been totally fine, suddenly had his heart rate drop and they got me to roll onto my left side for a moment to increase blood flow. Then I was instructed I'd have to start pushing.
While they were assessing the baby he eventually managed to get a hold of my Mom. He could barely croak out "She had the baby." before he passed the phone to me. In a stunned stupor I shared the exciting news with my Mom - she was a grandmother to a little baby boy. She was equal parts ecstatic, stunned, overwhelmed, and concerned. She of course called my sister (and everyone else she knew!) and apparently sounded like a tea kettle for the remainder of the day. She made immediate arrangements to fly here to see us, but couldn't get out until early Saturday morning. A tortuous two-day wait for her.