He’s here!
Ten little fingers, ten perfect toes,
We finally welcomed our Baby Altair Ross!
My repeat cesarean section was scheduled at 6:30 in the morning of June 2, 2018, so, I was already admitted at the hospital the night before. Filled with a combination of angst, excitement, and a bit of panic, I wasn’t able to sleep. I just kept on praying — asked for my baby’s good health, for a safe operation, and that He may guide my doctors’ hands.
Before I know it, it was 4:30 AM and the nurse told me that the Delivery Room guys will come pick me up in about an hour. OMG besh!!
This was it! No turning back!
What I did next is not the standard prep for an imminent operation. I got up, washed my face, and grabbed my makeup bag. Yes, I put on a bit of foundation, fixed my eyebrows, and wore my favorite lipstick. Besides, first impressions last, so, I gotta look good when I meet my baby boy for the first time. Hahaha!
I was wheeled to the Delivery Room at around 5:30 AM. The 2 nurses who prepared me for surgery sort of lessened my anxiety because they were talking to me as if I wasn’t lying flat and naked on the operating table. Nurse #1 was even describing her breakfast to Nurse #2 while she was shaving me down there. Lol!
At around 6:00 AM, the anesthesiologist arrived. She confirmed that I chose to be awake when my baby comes out and that I want him to latch on to me right away. She gave me a sedative which worked instantly! How should I describe it? Well, remember when you were in your early twenties on a Friday night and you’ve had 5 beers, 2 shots of tequila, and a cosmo? That’s how it felt without the throwing up part.
After that, everything was a blur. I remember lying on my side as they inject the epidural into my spine – I felt the needle go in but it didn’t hurt a bit. Thank goodness!
Next thing I remember was the nurse waking me up saying “Your baby boy is here!”
And there he was… My Baby!
He was crying. His arms and legs were wiggling about. I bet he misses the tight and warm space in mommy’s tummy where he stayed for the past 9 months. I knew I loved him even when he was still in my womb, but meeting him has magnified that love a million times.
As I look at my baby for the first time, I remember thinking to myself: He’s tiny and loud and perfect!
Baby Altair was born at 7:16 AM of June 2, 2018. At 39 weeks, he weighed 7.8 pounds and measured 49 centimeters. A big baby indeed!
He was then taken outside to meet his daddy who has been excitedly waiting outside the DR. Too bad the hospital rules forbid the dads to enter the delivery room. It’s alright, I guess, because Vauhn was able to witness Rigel’s birth – we were in a different hospital then.
They say a baby is a blessing; a gift from God. Well, I tell you, Vauhn and I are very thankful to have been blessed with two wonderful gifts. Rigel and Altair has definitely changed our lives forever.
