On the night of, July 3rd 2004, my wife started having contractions. We were still a few weeks away from the baby’s due date at that time. As the night progressed, the contractions became unbearable for Kas so we headed to the hospital to check things out. My wife’s doctor was concerned about the baby coming too early. She said that the lungs needed a little more time to develop and decided to try an stop the progression with medication.
Well, the contractions didn’t stop and the decision had to be altered. The doctor decided to help my wife rest for the night and deliver in the morning.The next morning came quickly. I had to go somewhere for something but I just can’t remember what it was. I know that it had to be important because we had a baby on the way and I wasn’t going to miss that. I almost did though.
I got back to the hospital and they had already taken Kas back to have a c-section. They handed me a gown, hat, mask, and shoe covers to put on. You may as well have handed me a space suit because…well…who knows how to get all of this on without help. The nurse had already bailed on me. Thanks a lot!!!
So, I finally got in my outfit and headed in the delivery room. It was like I was in a trance. Kas was already opened up and I walked right by that and up to be with her. I remember telling her that I loved her and she told me to tell the kids that she would always love them and passed out….the longest 3 seconds of my life started at that point. Had I just lost her? No, thank God. The anesthesiologist just turned a knob and she woke back up. I said do not pull that crap again!!! Suddenly, I heard her. Our little Isabella was born.
The cord was cut and she was put in my arms. The nurse said that we had to hurry and take her down the hall. She was grunting and that was a sign of trouble with her lungs. We hurried off down the hall and entered the NICU. They took Isabella from me and bounced me out. I was worried to say the least. I headed back down the hall to be with Kas but they wouldn’t let me back in there either. I walked back to the room we were in all night and called my mother to tell her everything. As soon as I heard her voice, I knew that I was going to lose it. All she said after I told her what happened with Kas and Bella was, “Are you okay?’. I couldn’t get any words to come out of my mouth and tears started flowing down my face….NO I’m not! finally escaped.
After, I hung up with my mother, the doctor came in and told me Kas was fine and she was going to go check on Bella.I got myself together and waited for the opportunity to go see my baby girl again. That time eventually arrived after they had her cleaned up and settled in. She had to be under a oxygen hood for a few days they told me. I went in to where she was and saw her. There she was! My beautiful baby girl. The fourth of July means so much more to me now. Daddy loves his little firecracker.