I remember the all the prep with a nice nurse. I remember being fine with it all. Until the catheter. I remembered how much I hate that feeling! And suddenly, I decided that I couldn't do it. And my mom smiled and reminded me it wasn't really an option. : ) I remember our friend who was the anesthesiologist arriving and calming me down before we headed to the operating room. I remember as if it were yesterday lying in that room, watching my blood pressure, which had been an issue the whole pregnancy, and my sweet doctor coming in and cheerfully saying good morning. : )
Steve arrived, and sat beside my head. Before I knew it, it had begun. It was time to meet our baby! I feel nothing during my C-sections. Not even the pulling or tugging they warn you about. The needle in the back before...now that is another story. But soon enough, Steve stood up. I heard a cry...our baby was here! It was 8:24 AM on November 19, 2009. She came out facing away from my doctor, so Steve got the first view. He was the one who exclaimed, "IT'S A GIRL!!!!" And my nurse said, "She is beautiful!!!" And I remember asking if everything was alright. And they all replied that she was perfect. There was so much happiness in that room at that moment and I will never forget that moment I laid eyes on our baby for the first time. Ever.
Steve left with the nurse and the baby. I asked him not to tell the children what she was until I was there. It seemed as if it took forever to finish my surgery...I guess after four C-sections there was quite a bit of scar tissue...but finally I was back in my room with Steve and my mom and our new baby girl. I remember holding her. I do. I remember the nurse asking what her name was. I said Flynn. Flynn Grace. She was here. And she was ours.
I remember my mother being there and being so happy. Our priest came and gave me and Flynn a blessing when she was but an hour old! And I remember my neighbor bringing cupcakes and pink icing for the kids to ice when they arrived. It was a magical morning.
We called the kids and told them they had a sister. They were so happy, and were quite interested in her name. : ) I found out later that my Rhett was disappointed that he didn't get a brother. But I will never forget the moment Steve brought the kids to meet their sister. The minute seven year old Rhett laid eyes on little Flynn, he fell in love. I actually saw it in his face. : ) They kids were thrilled! They took turns holding her and rocking her and even helping the nurse change her diaper. In fact, the nurse that taught Madison how to change Flynn's diaper was the same nurse who was with me thirteen years earlier when Madison was born.
I remember being so happy. So very happy. I looked around that beautiful hospital room and saw my dream. I saw my husband and all my children and my sweet mother there celebrating a new link in the unending chain of mothers and babies and life and family. I knew this moment was fleeting. And I knew we were blessed. Blessed beyond measure with our new baby Flynn.
Our baby...Flynn Grace. : )