I have for so many years promised myself to write the birth stories of each of the boys before it became a distant memory, sadly it’s eight years later. Here we go…
My due date was the beginning of October 2008. (See the date has completely escaped me, I should have done this year’s ago). I was working full time and full speed throughout my pregnancy. I had booked vacation the two weeks before my due date to “prepare”, not knowing what that meant really, I mostly did it because everyone said to. My pregnancy was amazing, in that I didn’t really feel pregnant at all aside from my protruding belly and my transition from heels to flats. Everyone was super excited, and work was so accommodating holding a project for a full year until my maternity leave was over. (Yes, Go Canada with one-year maternity leaves!!)
Five or six weeks prior to my due date in my regular pregnancy appointment my obstetrician suggested another ultrasound thinking our baby (sex unknown) may be breach. He recommended I perform some at home exercises to help encourage the baby to turn, he also suggested he move the baby, both suggestions to avoid a caesarean section. I googled this, and before the extremes of YouTube video existed, I read about how the doctor “turns a breach baby” and I’m sorry there was no way in hell!
Now with one month left I was on weekly OB visits and it was confirmed that this would be a C-section. I was kind of relieved knowing that we had a plan in place, not ideal I know, but somehow it felt more planned than the “we’ll see what happens when your water breaks” plan. This did not comfort anyone around me though, everyone suggesting I take best rest, quit working, slow down, eat differently, and pray? I decided to cancel my two weeks vacation and work up until my water broke. Something about sitting around our condo having unlimited time to think was too scary, scarier than a C-section.
A few more weeks past, starting off like any other Wednesday I left for work early to get a head start on the day when I was summoned to the meeting room for an unscheduled midday meeting only to be surprised by a “office shower”. They knew I hated showers of any kind so it was simple food, cake, and chat. As lovely as it was, it also took a good portion of the afternoon so I decided to work late, late as in 11pm- late. I wanted to continue but knew that I had a 7am meeting the next morning so I headed out and walked the two blocks home. I changed, cut an apple, sat down to eat it, and there was a dribble, more like leak, and I knew it was showtime. I woke my husband and he was ready to go. As he hurried around and collected the necessary items, I decided to tidy up and make the bed? I later learned many women do this weird clean up thing.
From the moment my water broke to the time they wheeled me in for the surgery, it felt like a few minutes. I still joke that my C- section was like drive thru. The anaesthesiologist mentioned the obstetrician performing the surgery was the fastest in the country, which was not comforting at all. It was a haze really, nervousness, mixed with excitement, bundled with the uncertainty of what was next. I lied there numb from the mid section down, starting in to the lights and up my husbands nose as he tried to peek over the surgery drape to give me intermittent commentary of what was going on, while keeping his hands to himself as per my explicit instruction prior to becoming pregnant. I hate when people touch, rub, massage or whatever when I’m in pain or sick. There was chatter with the surgery team, and beeps here and there, but to me it felt so quiet, until the obstetrician announced, “it’s a boy!” It was over in a blink! They handed our new baby boy, bundled in blue and yellow blankets, to my husband who said his name for the first time, Tejas. My heart was so full. He was very white, and his legs would spring up to his head if not swaddled with the blanket because of how sandwiched he was in my belly. He had chubby little toes and a layer of fine hair all over him. I couldn’t stop staring at him, in fact I still can’t and I often thank him, mostly before bed, for changing my life forever.