Our newest little Pnut, whom we affectionately call Buggie, has joined our family. He entered the world one month premature, which in our family is excellent news. We did continue have a rocky trip those last few weeks of our pregnancy. We continued to maintain Friday Happy Hour as that had become the routine. On the dot every Friday afternoon I was heading to the hospital to say hello to the familiar faces of nurses, doctors and specialists whom I now consider friends.
On the morning of July 2, 2011 we went to the hospital thinking that my water had broken. The tests were inconclusive so we proceeded to purchase our fireworks for the 4th of July and spend the day as a family of three prior to Nanny’s arrival. Nanny, my mother, would be arriving later that afternoon to familiarize herself with our ways so that when the baby arrived, per scheduled C-Section on the 6th, all systems would be in practice.The evening of July 2nd was definitely it, I ruptured. Feeling like a snail (you Mama’s know what I mean), I attempted to wake up the Hubbie and my mother to let them know my water had definitely broken. Lovely, my mother had taken her sleeping pill and was extremely groggy, taking two attempts to wake her up, she would have to stay with Boo. The Hubbie, was not much better, exhausted from working into the wee hours of the morning at the 3-day Music Festival of which he stage designed.
Finally, we were snailing our way to the car and off to the hospital for the second time that day. It was now 11:30PM, and upon arrival I let them know that in a late night craving at 11PM I had consumed 5 Pizza Rolls and 2 pieces of Godiva chocolate. Normally, this would have resulted in an 8 hour wait to administer anesthesia. Not in my case, considering my previous experience with Boo. They began the prep after 30 minutes and upon a confirmation that I had ruptured, briskly whisking me off to surgery for our beautiful boy to enter the world. Bugs labor was easy with only the cramping that I experienced before my water broke. They ended up performing another Classical C-Section so the surgery was far more involved. I was also told that due to a failing uterus that was “shredded”, this would be the last baby I would bring into the world. FINE BY ME! One thing I’ll never forget was singing along with my Dr. (wearing the ever appropriate Saints Surgical Cap) to The Pretenders, “Brass in Pocket”. Bugs theme song from that day forward.
July 3, 2011 at 1:19AM our new little Bug was born. He was perfect in every way ,including his lungs, SCREAMING like I’ve never heard a baby scream before. (Boos voice was heard after 3 months of NICU upon removal of the HFOV and ventilators) They checked Bug out, tested him for everything, gave him to Neonatal to check him out only to let me know that my baby would forego the NICU and would be in-room boarding with me. A very HEALTHY baby. The tears, they poured down my cheeks with happiness while the nausea overwhelmed me and the feeling of everything the surgeon was doing overtook my brain…More Anesthesia please!