
Mommy was rolled back to surgery, got a spinal block (after two tries), and then daddy got to join her and he watched the whole thing. The doctors kept pushing down really hard on mom’s stomach, and decided they would need forceps or a vacuum to get you out. Luckily, he gave it one more try and your perfect little head popped right out. Then came the part where my breath caught as I waited to hear you take your first breath. Time slowed down as I waited, and I started to get anxious. Then it came! Your banshee cry pierced my heart and tears started rolling down my cheeks. You made it! You were here!
Daddy was right there by you, as they checked your vitals. You were a warrior! You were breathing on your own, but they were a little concerned, and knew you would need some oxygen. They wrapped you up and brought you over to me so our cheeks could touch, providing skin to skin contact, which was very healing for mommy. I listened to your soft cries as you told me all about your traumatic experience thus far, and I did my very best to calm you and let you know of my deep love for you. Our precious little one was here, and we were elated!
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