The nurses let me know that the doctor had started the surgery and I was thankful that I couldn't feel a thing. Jeff was finally able to come in and they had him sit by my head. We nervously joked around a bit and I tried to imagine the doctors and nurses doing a choreographed number to Bohemian Rhapsody a' la Glee, but all that kept going through my head was a portion of a Veggie Tales song.
While they were pulling Grace out, there was an ENORMOUS amount of pressure on my chest. It got really hard to breathe - the nurses had warned me about this beforehand, otherwise I would have freaked out. It was like trying to get air through a coffee stirrer. It seemed to last forever because she didn't want to come out and was fighting the doctors. Suddenly the pressure stopped and I heard the doctor saying things like, "Suction! Meconium! Meconium!" It cracked me up at first because he essentially was yelling, "POOP! POOP!" and I have the sense of humor of a 13 year old boy. But then the anxiety set in. Why couldn't I hear her? Is it okay that she's pooping already? When can I see her and WHY CAN'T I HEAR HER?
Then I heard the sweetest sound - a high pitched squeal that sounded EXACTLY like the pig from the Geico commercials.
And I knew we were all okay.
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