Baby Ben-My Mothers Day Story
May 12th, 2013
It was the year 2003 at North Collier Hospital Birth Center
where I was scheduled to have a C-section and expecting my third boy,
Baby Ben.
As I lay there for the birth of you, I remember calling out to the doctors that it was the best C-section ever! You don't hear that every day now do you? It was nothing like the one with your older brother, where I swear to God, I died twice and even saw "the" light! But really, that light was just the hospital light above my surgery table. :) Yeah, every one of you four boys came out the same way, all nice and new.
After your birth, they held you up over the sheet above my belly. The one that separates you from seeing anything going on. I got a brief look at you as you cried and cried, all covered in blood. Good strong lungs I thought as I laid there all cloudy and numb. And to this day, I realized they never brought you over to see me. They whisked you away pretty quick and I never questioned it, knowing you were fine. Come to think of it, where was you father? Here your poor Dad was still out in the hallway and they forgot to call him in for your birth. Poor guy.
So they took you down to the nursery along with your Dad. I was taken into this quiet room outside of surgery and rested. Shortly after, your Dad came down to see me. By then, I was able to speak a little more clearly, now that the numbing drugs were wearing off. He told me all about you and I asked what you looked like. He said you were olive colored and with a mass of black hair weighing in at 6 pounds-15 ounces. By that time, a nurse came and was ready to wheel me upstairs to my room. I was getting really excited to see you since I really hadn't even held you yet.
Once we arrived at the nursery to see you, as I was still lying down on the gurney. I peered through the window and saw you for the first time. You were across the room in your little baby bed still screaming and crying with lots of black hair, yet with darker skin than what your Dad had earlier described. But you were beautiful and you were mine. I kept talking about how big you were and just couldn't believe how much hair you had. Then the nurse nearby me said I had some explaining to do. I didn't understand what she was talking about?
Your Dad then motioned the nurse inside the nursery to have you shown to me a little closer. As the nurse came closer to the window I was peering into, she picked up this baby I had never even seen! I said to that nurse, "That's the wrong one", as I pointed over to the other baby I thought was you. Your Dad responded, "No, that's him, that's Ben!", as the nurse held him closer.
I was very confused. By then my sister Mary spoke up and said, "Oh no honey, you're looking at the wrong baby!"
Come to find out, this whole time I was lying there, I could only see across the nursery room, while everyone else, including Dad and Mary, were standing up looking down at you the whole time, as they assumed I was too.
Thankfully we all laughed as I then realized the baby I was looking at for the first time was a Hispanic baby born shortly after you. But once I saw you then for the first time, I knew you were mine. You may have had some black hair, but you very much white and looked just like your Grandpa Kniola.
Happy Mothers Day!
As I lay there for the birth of you, I remember calling out to the doctors that it was the best C-section ever! You don't hear that every day now do you? It was nothing like the one with your older brother, where I swear to God, I died twice and even saw "the" light! But really, that light was just the hospital light above my surgery table. :) Yeah, every one of you four boys came out the same way, all nice and new.
After your birth, they held you up over the sheet above my belly. The one that separates you from seeing anything going on. I got a brief look at you as you cried and cried, all covered in blood. Good strong lungs I thought as I laid there all cloudy and numb. And to this day, I realized they never brought you over to see me. They whisked you away pretty quick and I never questioned it, knowing you were fine. Come to think of it, where was you father? Here your poor Dad was still out in the hallway and they forgot to call him in for your birth. Poor guy.
So they took you down to the nursery along with your Dad. I was taken into this quiet room outside of surgery and rested. Shortly after, your Dad came down to see me. By then, I was able to speak a little more clearly, now that the numbing drugs were wearing off. He told me all about you and I asked what you looked like. He said you were olive colored and with a mass of black hair weighing in at 6 pounds-15 ounces. By that time, a nurse came and was ready to wheel me upstairs to my room. I was getting really excited to see you since I really hadn't even held you yet.
Once we arrived at the nursery to see you, as I was still lying down on the gurney. I peered through the window and saw you for the first time. You were across the room in your little baby bed still screaming and crying with lots of black hair, yet with darker skin than what your Dad had earlier described. But you were beautiful and you were mine. I kept talking about how big you were and just couldn't believe how much hair you had. Then the nurse nearby me said I had some explaining to do. I didn't understand what she was talking about?
Your Dad then motioned the nurse inside the nursery to have you shown to me a little closer. As the nurse came closer to the window I was peering into, she picked up this baby I had never even seen! I said to that nurse, "That's the wrong one", as I pointed over to the other baby I thought was you. Your Dad responded, "No, that's him, that's Ben!", as the nurse held him closer.
I was very confused. By then my sister Mary spoke up and said, "Oh no honey, you're looking at the wrong baby!"
Come to find out, this whole time I was lying there, I could only see across the nursery room, while everyone else, including Dad and Mary, were standing up looking down at you the whole time, as they assumed I was too.
Thankfully we all laughed as I then realized the baby I was looking at for the first time was a Hispanic baby born shortly after you. But once I saw you then for the first time, I knew you were mine. You may have had some black hair, but you very much white and looked just like your Grandpa Kniola.
Happy Mothers Day!
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