6 years ago

I was HUGE - I was counting the minutes until Little Boy was delivered. I had a planned C-section. The OB/GYN said there was no way the baby would fit through my pelvic opening.

We didn't find out girl/boy beforehand by choice. I had an ultrasound a couple days before the delivery and the tech offered to tell me, but I said no.

I was sure we were having a girl; DH wanted a boy and I didn't think there was any chance that I wouldn't disappoint him. (Like it was my "fault" or something.)

One of my good friends from Schaumburg had a horrible catastrophe - in the time from her appointment one day to the time she went in for delivery the next day - her baby died. I had that stress on my mind. I felt like I couldn't breathe until I delivered.

I was sleeping in the recliner - had been for months. Pelvic separation was so painful. I couldn't wait to sleep in my own bed.

Mostly, I kept talking to our baby - "Who are you?" "What do you look like?" "Please be cooperative." I was anticipating seeing that little baby face.

And was a cutie! I look at his pictures and he was so beautiful.