Welcome the last addition to our family,
Rose! We chose Jay as his middle name in honor of my best friend
passed away February 14th, 2002.
Ty's birth was planned.
No surprises here. We knew exactly when he was coming. It was nice to be
able to plan ahead, but in a way having a planned c-section kinda ruins
the fun. Frances and I were calm the day of the surgery. We took Luke to
Cindi's, the babysitter, and casually drove to the hospital.
The C-section was
planned for 8:00 A.M., but there was an emergency c-section that had to be
done so they said we were going to be delayed at least an hour. At 8:30
Frances doctor decided to use a different operating room so we were on our
way. They took Frances in and started prepping her and at the same time I
got dressed in those ultra cool scrubs. This was the worst time for me. I
stood outside the operating room for at least 25 minutes with nothing to
do except think. And of course this is when your mind starts in with
everything that could go wrong. I was really scared that something was
going to happen to Frances. I don't remember thinking this when Luke was
born, probably because his c-section was unplanned.
Anyway, they finally
let me in and I sat at France's head. The screen between Frances and the
doctors was really low this time so I got to watch everything! Cool! I did
not get to see them cut her open, but I did get to see when they cut the
amniotic sac. It was like a flash flood! Very quickly after that, they
pulled him out. He was a beautiful site. Perfect round head and good
coloring. Born at 9:01 A.M.,
December 10th, 2002.
Frances pulled out of
the surgery like a trooper. It was as if she went in to have a hang nail
fixed. It amazes me how strong she is.
Luke got to meet his brother later that day. It was fun. Auntie Anne went
to pick him up from Cindi's. Luke (23 months) acted like a great big
brother. When asked if he wanted to hold the baby, he very promptly said
"yah" and flopped himself down on the bed. Ty was laid in his lap and he
stared at him lovingly, then reached out with his little hand and very
gently patted Ty on the head, said "BEBY" loudly, then politely pushed him
away so he could get up and play. It was brief but sweet!