Well She’s Here! You may have seen Love Bird featured in Wondrous Wednesday #89, or you may have seen me tweeting from the waiting room…
Starting from the moment I learned my DD was being moved during a possible version procedure (turning of a breech baby) into the O.R. for a C-section, I am learning what it REALLY means to be a grandmother.
Throughout Bunny’s pregnancy, I watched the “bump”grow. I worried a lot about how it would all transpire and how my DD was doing. I’m not sure why, but I didn’t really worry about the baby, I worried about Bunny and her pregnancy. I signed up on Baby Center for “My Pregnancy Week to Week” and voraciously followed the developing fetus, trying to picture the little one that belongs to us. I hung on to the reassurance that all was perfect with each doctor visit update and reports from DD that she was doing and feeling great. I drooled over the ultrasound pictures. I read stories to the bump and it thrilled me to have the privilege to touch it. I was so excited when I first felt Love Bird move. How different from feeling it from the inside! It really was a picture perfect pregnancy.
Finally, I was able to give up my worries after she passed the 36th week and the baby looked to be a good size and had all indications of every great chance of survival. I was ecstatic with anticipation and basking in my non-worry until we learned that she was breech. This news shocked and alarmed me at first as my mind raced backwards in history to all of the horror stories from the “olden days.” I was downright scared.
Over then next week or so, as matter-of-factly as I could, I listened to Bunny give me the updates from the series of appointments she and SIL had with ob-gyns, perinatoligists; receiving ultrasounds, getting fluid measurements and weighing advice. They eventually decided to elect for an external cephalic version procedure (version).
On the day of the procedure, about 10:40 a.m., I received a call at work from Bunny letting me know they were going in for a C-section at 11:00. I quickly shut my computer down and raced to the hospital as fast as I could. They hadn’t yet taken her into the O.R. by time I arrived, so I got a chance to see her. She was calm, confident and happily excited. She went in to the O.R. a little after 12:30 and I retired to the (eerily empty) waiting room which very was nicely appointed with wireless and pulled up Twitter.
This particular hospital plays Brahm’s Lullaby over the P. A. system whenever a baby is born and I heard it at just after 12 noon. That must be our baby already!! Tweet Tweet….I anxiously awaited word on mother and baby, but nothing…. I began to worry (again!!) Gradually, other family members arrived and we began to worry together. Finally, sometime after 2:30, SIL sporting the hugest grin I ever saw him with (and he is a smiley guy), came to get us. We all scurried through the hallways to their birthing suite. I cannot describe the feeling of seeing my daughter sitting peacefully holding her own daughter. It was surreal, yet at the same time, as if life had always been this way. The Miracle of Life never ceases to be a miracle, no matter how many times it happens.