Page 106 of Unexpecting
″Looks like we’re moving right along here,” Adam told me. “You’re seven centimetres, so I suggest we get you up to delivery. A little ahead of schedule, but these gaffers are impatient. Everything seems fine, so we’re good to go.”
I was going to have my babies now. Three babies. In a short time, I was going to be a mother. I was going to become the one thing I’d always dreamed about. I was going to bring life into this world, and I was so excited my teeth were actually chattering. I was going to be a mom. I couldn’t help but shed a few tears.
Eleven hours later, my excitement had worn off, but my teeth were still chattering because of the pain. I couldn’t even remember what stage I was in according to my pregnancy books, but I was trying to push and it hurt!The contractions were nonstop, and they (nasty doctors!) had reduced the wonder drugs in my epidural to help me push. Adam was gone, and I’d heard talk that Dr. Morrissey had been paged. J.B. was exhausted and worried, but still supportive and had never left my side.
″Casey, we’re not making much progress here,” the nurse—I forget her name—told me. I’d been pushing for well over an hour, waiting to hear the magic words, “I can see a head!” to no avail. “Your pelvis is quite narrow, and I think we’ll have to go for a C-section. The babies aren’t in distress yet, but I don’t want to wait much longer to get them out of there.”
Which was exactly what Dr. Morrissey had told me, and I quote, “You will have a long and difficult labour, which will not result in a vaginal delivery.”
″Damn you, Dr. Morrissey,” I said through clenched teeth. Then I collapsed against my pillows. “Get them out of there.”
So despite my best intentions, my babies were born not with the pointy, bruised heads of those travelling through the birth canal, but with the round and perfect heads of Cesarean babies. Well, Ben’s head was a little cone-shaped. And at the last minute, Dr. Morrissey made it to the hospital to deliver them. I finally decided to like her after she handed me one of my daughters.
″Ben and Sophie and Lucy.” I smiled tiredly at J.B. and the little bundle he held tenderly in his arms.
″Sophie, Lucy, and Ben. They’re perfect. Thank you.” He leaned and kissed my lips. “Happy? You got what you wanted.”
I could only nod, and I closed my eyes so he couldn’t see the tears of happiness flooding my eyes. “Even though it didn’t really go according to plan.”
