I hope Gini didn't misunderstand me. I wasn't saying I wished I could have come just for the last five minues or so. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. It was just something that in the whole leadup no one had mentioned to me. There was no wisper in the ear "make sure you got some reading material coz you could be there a while". So it was a bit of a surprise. The whole tv thing of they race into the hospital and 5 minutes and maybe one ad break later they have this clean 3 month old.Originally Posted by celticno6
As for the end part boy do I have a pair of horror stories.
With Danté, after 24 hours of being there waiting for him to come they decided he wasn't going to and so used the vontuse(sp?). For those of you who don't know what this is think, vacum hose attached to wall with a plumbers plunger on the end. Anyway avoiding gory bits, out came my first born looking like he had a lead in the Coneheads.
I kid you not, it was almost as high as his head itself (slight exaggeration). Of course worried first time father looks at midwife, who must have noticed petrified look of terror on my face and looks down at Danté and says "don't worry it'll go down in a couple of days". Of course it did and I could see the funny side later.
With Sebastian it was the same long wait. This time I was prepared. But not prepared for the actual arrival. Again it was difficult this time this specialist doctor was there. No need for vontuse this time (saving another conehead). Specialist was worried about vital signs and asked midwife to check for a cord around his neck. She checked the back of his neck and found nothing so kept on keeping on. Finally he arrives out first thing I noticed was this bright (almost unnatural) orange hair - Danté btw is Blonde (see photo in nc_30's "Hey" thread), so it was slightly unexpected - and then out came his head and it was blue/purple. Some more of him came out and it became apparent the cord had been strangling him but not by the usual wraparound method, but rather straight across the neck. So the specialist is working fantically to get him breathing, etc. My mum, was taking a gazzillion photos incase he didn't make it. And I'm having to tell my ex everything fine, when I'm about to completely freak out.
Being a person to always look on the funny side, I did notice during those ancxious few minutes that his skin colour seriously clashed with his hair. He gave me another scare a few month later, when it became apparent he was deaf. But that's a whole nother story, again though with a happy ending. Needless to say his hearing is now fine.
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