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.
“No. I’m not.” I said. I looked at my husband with complete and utter disbelief. The colour from both of our faces had completely drained.
The baby, who had been fine, suddenly had his heart rate drop. They got me to roll onto my left side 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 made immediate arrangements to fly here, but couldn't get out until early Saturday morning. A tortuous two-day wait for her.