Welcome to the last episode of the Delivery Drama series in season five. Unbelievable. I’m still shaking from last week’s nail-biter, but then again I typically have the shakes after labor is over. Hormones and nerves hit me big time.
I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed writing this series. This was such a good mental exercise of my mind and heart to try to put into words the vast array of thoughts and emotions from the nine months prior to that dreary Wednesday morning. It turned out to be a precious challenge and one that I will be forever grateful that I recorded here.
If you missed any of the series, please take a moment to check out these previous posts.
And here’s the final one
Season 5, Episode 7: News Baby -The drama of television
This little clip from our local evening news pretty much tells today’s story. 😉
For the record, the police officer was a former EMT and was a tremendous blessing to check over both me and the baby. (He did not deliver the baby though.) Obviously, as indicated by the clip of the 9-1-1 call from the police officer, paramedics were also brought to the scene.
However, after assessing the well-being of both myself and Baby Five, both emergency response teams gave clearance for our little morning drive to continue on to the birthing center.
I was thrilled.
Our babysitter met us at the birthing center as planned and Hubs and I spent the entire day resting in our little suite of rooms. It was difficult to take our eyes off of our new, little bundle sleeping sweetly by our full-size bed (Hubs LOVED being able to rest along with me. Hospitals should totally follow suit and put full-size beds in their mother/baby units. New fathers get tired too.)
I just couldn’t believe she was here.
We were discharged from the birthing center early in the evening. I may have given the whirlpool tub used for water births in my suite a hateful kick as I exited. I totally may have done that.
We arrived home. It was still October 23, 2013 and the clock on my nightstand now read 8:30 pm. (The clock and I had smoothed issues out. We were now friends again.) I eased back into my own bed, snuggling my newborn in my arms.
All in a day’s work, my friends, all in a day’s work. 😉
Like my other children, Baby #5 was also given a screen name. Her name is Van. Fitting, don’t you think?
Thanks for reading,