They take me to PACU where I can "recover." They tell me I can go to my room when I can move my toes. After about an hour, persistently trying to move my toes, I was able to. They told me, I could go to my room now and it would be soon. They failed to bring me my baby like promised. I clung to the picture they took of my baby boy when he came out. An hour and a half later, I'm wheeled to my room and I meet my parents in the hallway. I get to the room thinking my baby will be there, but no, he's not. Neither is my husband. About 20 minutes go by and still not word where my baby was or husband. My sister proceeds to walk down to the nursery when she meets them in the hallway.
Three hours later, I was able to hold my baby boy who was in my belly for 37 weeks and 5 days. I was upset and stressed, but ready to hold him. He was and is perfect.
My experience at the hospital was less than perfect with details that I could go on and on about, but I'm not sure I'd like to remember those parts.
I do want to remember, the birth of my first baby boy and how everything worked out how it was supposed to even if I didn't think that's how it would happen. Before Pffeifer left the c-section room, he told me congratulations and said, "Good thing we did a c-section because his head wouldn't have fit through." I think God knew what His plan was for me all along, I just didn't know. and I didn't need to know.
A day went by and we finally decided upon a name. Ezekiel Abraham, so strong and old school.
We so lovingly call him Z or Zeke.
He was born on September 22, 2010 at 5:21 p.m., weighing in at 8 lbs. 15 oz. and 20 1/2 inches long.
Tony and I tried to have a baby for 2 1/2 years and FINALLY got pregnant! We couldn't be happier and it was completely worth the wait. We look forward to many more!
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