Tuesday, June 14, 2011


i was put to sleep for an emergency c-section. during the haste, i didn't mind this option. whatever it took to produce a healthy, crying baby. 

what felt like 3 hours later (and truthfully, i don't have any concept of how long it was), i awoke in a room with a woman sitting next to me. i remember having a hazy view of the world but i could make out her figure. she welcomed me back to reality but all i could mutter was a weak-sounding... "i'm hurting". dilaudid, it was!  within minutes, i remember hearing my mom's voice enter my recovery room. i didn't look at her because i couldn't get my eyes to open. i asked, "is the baby ok?"  she said he was beautiful with lots of hair. i remember taking a big sigh of relief.. and i just wanted to go back to sleep.

i have no recollection of the birth itself, when he was cut out, or who was present. i've heard stories since then and i do know that baby daddy was allowed to cut the umbilical cord. i have the pictures of him being washed off, measured, and weighed. i do think i was the last one of the people at the delivery to actually hold him. sometimes thinking about this makes me sad but really? i had a happy, healthy boy who didn't even require oxygen when he was cut out.  oh-- and as for the reason his heart rate kept dropping-- his umbilical cord was wrapped so tightly around his neck (2 or 3 times, i can't remember) that it was much like a noose with every contraction.

so, here are his stats.
he was born at 11:22am at 6 pounds, 7 ounces. he was 19.5 inches long. on JUNE 18th, 2007. beautiful, dark brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes that he still has today.

even with a morphine pump, i still remember meeting him for the first time. he calls us a "team". he and i.

without further ado, my beautiful asian-looking baby! 

1 comment:

  1. Happy Birthday little dude! Here's to age 3, Mama! Love the sweet pics.
    P.S. I just answered your great "how'd you meet question" on my blog. Thanks for asking.