All of the sudden there were 20 people in the room. I was in labor about to deliver. This should not have come as a shock to anyone because I was induced 10 hours earlier. But for some reason the doctor didn’t believe the nurse that I was ready to push. “I’ll be there in a couple of hours,” she told her over the phone.
Well my baby wasn’t about to wait. After a few minutes nurses came pouring into my room. One said, “We thought it would be fun to watch.”
The nurse who had been with me most of the day checked me again and said, “Don’t push!!!!” and ran to the door and yelled “Someone get a doctor!”
A lovely nurse who had just arrived held my hand and said, “It’s fine. Push if you feel like it.”
I asked her, “Why do we need a doctor? Cab drivers can deliver babies. And you’re all nurses. What are we waiting for?”
“Nothing,” she said. “Go ahead and push.”
“No!!” the main nurse said as she got ready to catch. Because he came out pretty quick. After 3 pushes he was out.
And he was blue. Blue like a blueberry. Thankfully, three of the nurses were neonatal nurses (there was supposed to be just one) and they whisked him away to the other side of the room. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breath. Everyone was quiet. My husband and sister, silent for the first time that day, were standing over the baby.
Then a few seconds later, a wail. A few minutes later I had my perfect baby in my arms.
That was 8 years ago today. The day my life changed forever.