Born: Monday October 4th, 1999
Time: 10.11 am
Place: Clinique de Genolier in Genolier, Switzerland.
Weight: 3,990 Kg
Height: 51 cm
Head: 37 cm
Eyes: gray green
Hair: dark brown
It all began on Sunday, October 3rd. I had felt a little weird all day and seemed to be having a lot of little painless contractions. My huge belly felt like a punching bag, the baby was so active. My mom, my grandma and my sister were visiting from Mexico and we all were having “tortas ahogadas” for dinner. Around 1.25 I finally decided to take my humongous belly to bed. As I sat to undress I felt a little splash between my legs. I got up and nothing came out, I sat again and it splashed again... “Yves honey,....I think my water broke". We called the hospital and we were there by 2 am. The hospitalization started. They gave me the “gown” and hooked me up to two monitors that kept slipping of and each time the alarms went of quite loudly, scaring us all specially in a hospital environment. The nurses assured me I had contractions.. I didn’t feel them . and I was not dilated at all. I decided I wanted to rest before labor kicked in which proved to be difficult because of the alarms and the nurses who kept coming in to check I don’t know what.
Around 7.30 I finally meet the doctor who would assist the delivery, since mine was on vacation. (She had wanted to induce labor for two weeks) He had been faxed the readings of the monitors...-yes, the ones that kept falling of- and he decided to make a vaginal ultrasound. A few minutes later he gave us a halfhearted explanation. “The baby hasn’t engaged.... labor is not progressing,... only 1 cm dilated... It is facing the front right side and I don’t like the position of the cord...I don’t want to take risks (they love this phrase don’t they). Anyway there are 3 cesareans programmed today and if we go in now you will be the first. Lets get it over with”.
I didn’t think labor had started yet and it had been barely 7 hours since my water fissured.. so this obviously took me by surprise... I was disappointed... and had my doubts but... I was also concerned about the baby... oh well.. Lets.
What seem to be quite suddenly, nurses started coming in to do everything they seemed so fond of doing (shaving, catheter, IV with god knows what substances) Do you think these people are aware that lying on your back is usually the most painful position when you are 9 months pregnant?
Around 10.am I was in the OR. The anesthesiologist was very nice and he helped me calm down. They put the epidural. I felt awful. I vomited on my oxygen mask. I guess my French is not that good because they didn’t react to my warnings. I felt everything... the cutting , the pulling.. no pain but all the feeling.... I wanted to see but they didn’t let me.. and it was cold.
Yves was there, fighting with himself to stay. He hates hospitals and I guess all this made him quite nervous ( he can’t even stand ER on TV) anyhow he was there and that made me feel a lot better.
A few minutes later the anesthesiologist pushed my belly on the doctors command. I felt some pulling and probing and then I heard the most wonderful sound. A little watery gasp and a cry. .. It’s a boy my husband said. He is here, Patrick is here...
“Let me see him, is he alright? ...” They took him to the neonatal care area and checked him and a while later they showed him to me “he’s perfect... he looks like Polin (my sister).” Wow.
All these wonderful feelings...He is my son and I am a Mommy and I feel like I’ve known him for ever...
They took him away and my husband went with them while they stitched me up. 45 min later I was in the recovery room and I was so lonely
In what seemed to be an eternity later Yves walked in with a proud look on his face... he was pushing the little crib with Patrick in it. He gave him to me. It is the first time I get to carry my baby... (Even grandma got to carry him before me) The little one looked at me with as if saying “Where were you ... they took me...and they did all this things to me and I was hungry and cold ... but now you are here, I wont let go” He latched on and drank to his contentment. I didn’t let him out of my sight for the next days. He is so cute...
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