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My baby girl was born today 8:28am. She was born 6 pounds and I have no idea how many ounces. Damn Germans and their metric system. She has red hair and blue eyes. All honesty she has none of my features save the chin so I suppose she's blessed.
The birthing process was a stressful and exhausting one. My poor wife can't go through natural childbirth (Poor girl, right?) so we had to have a c-section. She's had one previously and had a very bad experience with the spinal they had to give her. My wife was terrified of this one. Every part of her body was shaking in abject fear. Fortunatly for her she said it wasn't as bad this time.
On to the operation room. I'm sitting next to Bre's head. It's all I can do. The rest of the room is curtained off so I can't see what they're doing to her stomach. We're sitting there a good 20-30 minutes, I don't know, I lost track of time and all of a sudden chairs start flying across the floor and the doctor's are leaning over my wife (I can see their legs). My heart is pounding even faster at this moment as my mind races "What the hell is going on?!". A minute later we hear our first cry. My breath stick in my throat.
My initial reaction at seeing my baby girl was shock. "What the hell is that? That's not a baby. It's not even human!" Then they cleaned it off a bit and brought it back to me and, well, there are no words. A tiny little girl with a mop of hair. She's not a crier, she's strong and tough. She grunts a lot but that's the extent of it for the most part.
All are well as of this time. Ethan and I are both extremely tired and I'll most likely crash soon. I hope my wife is sleeping already as I'm sure she has to be even more exhausted. I'll leave you guys with a photo. Not my favorite one of the baby but I need permission to post that one.
The birthing process was a stressful and exhausting one. My poor wife can't go through natural childbirth (Poor girl, right?) so we had to have a c-section. She's had one previously and had a very bad experience with the spinal they had to give her. My wife was terrified of this one. Every part of her body was shaking in abject fear. Fortunatly for her she said it wasn't as bad this time.
On to the operation room. I'm sitting next to Bre's head. It's all I can do. The rest of the room is curtained off so I can't see what they're doing to her stomach. We're sitting there a good 20-30 minutes, I don't know, I lost track of time and all of a sudden chairs start flying across the floor and the doctor's are leaning over my wife (I can see their legs). My heart is pounding even faster at this moment as my mind races "What the hell is going on?!". A minute later we hear our first cry. My breath stick in my throat.
My initial reaction at seeing my baby girl was shock. "What the hell is that? That's not a baby. It's not even human!" Then they cleaned it off a bit and brought it back to me and, well, there are no words. A tiny little girl with a mop of hair. She's not a crier, she's strong and tough. She grunts a lot but that's the extent of it for the most part.
All are well as of this time. Ethan and I are both extremely tired and I'll most likely crash soon. I hope my wife is sleeping already as I'm sure she has to be even more exhausted. I'll leave you guys with a photo. Not my favorite one of the baby but I need permission to post that one.