Wyatt's Story - Part 2

As I got ready to be admitted to the hospital, Mr. Wonderful was allowed to join me in the doctor's exam room.

"This is a game changer, you know?" I told him while streamed down my cheeks. He agreed. And it really was. In my head, I had justified that the D&C would be the best way. I would be knocked out, did not have to feel or see anything. And I would be home by that afternoon.

It took a little while to get checked in. There was another couple in the tiny waiting room with us. They were all set for a full term delivery... pillows, blankets, baby clothes, and excited chatter. I couldn't take it. I told the woman at the desk that I would be outside and to send my husband to come get me when a room was ready.

Once we got in the room, emotions still ran high. The first thing noticeable when we walked in was the incubator-like contraption in which babies are placed right after birth. My husband, dealing with his own grief, left and asked two nurses to remove it from the room. They came in with sadness in their eyes and apologized profusely for the fact that it had not been taken out before I came in.

In a way... this became a blessing. After removing the unit, it was discovered that no nurses had been assigned to my care yet. So, A and C -- the two that had come into the room at Mr. Wonderful's request -- became my 'angels' that day.

Literally... I cannot brag enough about these two women. Not only did they make sure I was as comfortable as I could be, they went above and beyond the call of duty. A made sure my glasses were clean (as I had been crying) and offered up a hand massage while my IV was being placed in. They checked on me all day long... joking that this really was just a special sort of 'spa day'. (For example, while having my epidural put in, A joked that this was the yoga portion of today's events.)

Around 5 PM, I was nowhere near delivering our son. Mr. Wonderful had to leave to take care of Bug and Pup. I was literally all alone.

This is where A and C really stepped things up. Instead of leaving at 6 PM like they were supposed to -- after a 12 hour shift, mind you -- they both decided to stay with me. A even pulled out the fold out couch, grabbed a pillow, and insisted we were just going to have a slumber party right there in my hospital room. I am eternally grateful for their kindness and support.

At 9:30 PM, Mr. Wonderful called. A left to give us some privacy and grab a bite to eat. He was about to put the toddlers on speakerphone when I suddenly hung up. I had felt something odd and didn't want the kids to hear.

I hit the call button and alerted the desk I needed a nurse. Nobody was available -- there had been an emergency with another woman delivering. Thank goodness A and C walked back in the room a minute later. My suspicions had been confirmed... I had delivered our tiny baby boy.

A and C made me shut my eyes while they cleaned him up. After twelve hours of labor induction, I was tired and emotional. They wrapped him in a washcloth for me to hold. He was small enough that he fit in the palm of my hand.

A, C, and I cried while I said my hellos and goodbyes to Wyatt. It was highly emotional as the doctor did an examination of me. The placenta did not look as though it was going to deliver, so I was told I needed to be taken to the operating room for a D&C anyway.

More on Wyatt's Story tomorrow....