Jordan at birth
I saw Jordan’s birth. I wasn’t keen, but I managed
to focus away from the carnage and on him. My first thought was, how did he fit
inside Lisa??? First an arm came out, then I had to look away for a second as
they were getting a bit ‘energetic’. I looked back to see the whole Jordan
come out, very quickly. It all took a few seconds for the grand entrance,
followed by the snipping of the cord, suction in his mouth and making sure he
was breathing Ok. He gave one dignified little cry, before being whisked out of
the room. I was terrified by the whole thing until that cry. Even then I was
worried, because I had expected him to scream his lungs out.
I spent a few minutes at the other end of Lisa. She
was, as she puts it, in another world, but I reassured her everything was OK
anyway and she was pleased to see me.
When I finally came out of the operating room, a cute
little baby, all clean and dressed in a green (back to front) baby-grow was
waiting for me. It seemed like a practical joke; this couldn’t be the tangled
bundle of bluey-green arms and legs with the outsize-looking head that had just
emerged minutes earlier. He was beautiful (and still is).
I had to face one of the moments I had been dreading
everyone was waiting for me to pick him up. I didn’t know where to start, but
fortunately Sister Prema helped me out, by passing him over to me. I didn’t
drop him. I took him in to see Lisa, and we all got very emotional (except
Jordan, who had a ‘what’s all the fuss about look’ on his face. Finally we
all ended up back upstairs in our room, for the first of quite a few sleepless
nights.