Nora's Birthday

Really. Wednesday April 22, 2009 I went in for my doctors appointment, knowing that if my blood pressure was still high I would be delivering my daughter that day. Of course it was still high, so I was sent to get ready for my c-section. Why wasn't I going to deliver naturally?? The unexplained bleeding I was having throughout and the high BP made it too much of a risk to induce me, there were too many things that could go wrong. So surgery it had to be. I think the scariest walk I've ever done was the 100 or so feet from my hospital room to the operating room. So many things were going through my mind. Would everything be ok? Would my daughter be ok? Roughly 15 minutes after I entered the operating room, Jason was allowed to come in and sit next to me. The surgery was fine, I remember seeing Nora for the first time before she was taken away to the awaiting preemie team. I heard her cry, I cried, that meant that she was breathing. Then the nurse came over to me and said probably the scariest thing I've heard so far, "We need to take her to the nursery, she is having trouble breathing." So there I was, stuck on the operating table, helpless to go with my daughter. I told Jason to go with her. The operation was finished in around 40 more minutes. Then I was returned to my room, alone. The nurse stayed with me to make sure I was ok. I lied there, alone, for an eternity. The eternity was only an hour. They brought my little girl in to finally see me. I still couldn't feel anything from my chest down, but my arms worked and I could hold her a little. She was beautiful. She was ok.