Last Thursday at my weekly doctor's appointment (with my favorite tennis-ball-pulverizing Dr. D) we found out the Speck was breech--meaning his head was up instead of down, which is how it should be. So, we scheduled a version--a procedure where doctors manually turn the baby from the outside--for the following Tuesday and were told that if he couldn't be turned then they would do a c-section that day. I was not really ever planning or expecting to have a c-section so we spent the weekend hoping he would turn.
Monday morning (my birthday!) we had a false alarm that had us at the hospital for a couple of hours and we learned that he was adamantly breech. So come Tuesday morning, at the early hour of 5:30 we headed to the hospital again for the version.
Last picture of the Speck's spacious estate.
Last picture before, well, everything after.
Long story short, he could not and would not be turned! Such a stubborn Speck! They wound up putting in an epidural before trying to turn him and man, they were aggressive (they meaning two doctors working together). So aggressive that I threw up after. So! It was off to the chamber of c-sections. At this point, I have to confess, it was kind of a relief because if he had turned, I would have been induced and not been able to eat for HOURS. (Although I STILL didn't get to eat for hours because my lunch tray was misplaced.)
So totally out of it!
Once in the OR with my unresponsive legs and lower-torso, a lot of things happened and most of them I could not really see. Partly because they confiscated my glasses and partly because I was trying to sleep the whole time. Yes. I was just so completely tired, it was ridiculous! Then, all of a sudden, I heard something about feet and just a moment later there was a baby in the world, wailing for all to hear. Drew cried. I tried to keep my eyes open.
And so there he was, our little Speck, out and about in the world for real and no longer taking up my internal real estate. He cried and cried and cried and I laid there like O.o for a while. The doctors discovered that his cord was wrapped between his legs and around his chest, which sounds painful, and that was the reason he couldn't be turned. That's what you get for doing ever so many flips, flops and rolls, my little man! Anyway, Drew got some pictures and eventually they brought him over to see me and I was like O.o And then they sewed me up and I threw up again. Throwing up laying down? Not pretty.
(These were both before I had throw up all in my hair...)
After that I eventually went back to my room and stuff happened. But enough about that! Here's the fun stats: he weighs 8 pounds, 15 ounces--not exactly tiny. We weren't too surprised that he was over 8, as we were both larger babies, but even so he was bigger than I expected. He's also 20 inches long and has long fingers and rather wild fingernails. But the biggest surprise was all the dark hair! I expected a bald baby, with maybe some little blond wisps but with two dark-haired grandpas I guess there was always the chance for dark hair. Wacky!
This was the part of the bath he enjoyed most.
I did post his name on Facebook (his middle name is Drew's), but I haven't really wanted to use it on my blog. For now, I will call him the CAG or maybe the Speck or maybe Baby or maybe Hey You Little Man. I should also say that Drew has been such a nice husbandman throughout the day's events. He's been so helpful and supportive and has already changed the first diaper. I couldn't have done it without him!
Awwww. Drewbles couldn't be happier!
Drew's parents came by for a visit and brought treats I am looking forward to eating.
So much hair! I guess all that heartburn was not for naught.
Hurray! Jell-o lunch at last!
And that is essentially how the Speck entered the world. So far everything is going just fine, and though his birthing was not what I anticipated, this is how it happened and I don't think he could have gotten out any other way being so tangled in his cord. Maybe next time? Wait, let's not talk about next time just yet. We're happy enough with the Speck.