You were supposed to be born on or before September 14, 2014. But you had other plans.
On Thursday, September 18, 2014 I woke up around 4 am and I was convinced I was in labor. You father was too and he started to pack his bag. He said we were having a baby that day.
I called the OB/Gyn. They told me to come in which we did.
They hooked me up to the machine to measure contractions.
Your father tells me about how someone asked him how many centimeters dilated I was. Your father said that he thought it was weird, that that person was asking about my vagina- his wife’s vagina. I said that that person wasn’t asking in that way and it didn’t matter because I had heard that when you are delivering a baby, you don’t care. Your father then said “Like that time on Saved by the Bell when Zack had to deliver Mr. Belding’s baby in an elevator.” I said “Now that would have been awkward.”
We sat there for a half an hour and the contractions had stopped. We weren’t having a baby that day. But we scheduled an induction for Monday, September 22, 2014.
I was in a bad mood and I didn’t go back into work. I was tired of people asking me where the baby was.
The next day, Friday, September 19, 2014 and it started out just like the day before except your father didn’t get excited pack a bag. The morning passed but my contractions were still 10 minutes apart. I took a nap. I kept having to stand up. I had back labor and it hurt. I told your father that you were going to be an only child.
Your father had refused to take any childbirth classes. He remembered seeing an episode of Murphy Brown where she took a childbirth class and the other parents were tools. He didn’t want to be in a class with tools. For an extremely intelligent man, he sure had times where he had trouble separating fictional TV scenarios and real life.
I was in the middle of a contraction and your father said “Maybe we should have taken that childbirth class…”
I look at him. He told me that when I looked at him, he couldn’t tell if I was going to laugh or if I wanted to murder him.
Evening came and contractions were still 8-10 minutes apart. I told your father that I heard walking helped with labor so we went to the mall. So it was a busy Friday night at the mall and your father and I just slowly walked the perimeter of the mall. We stopped every 8-10 minutes.
During the overnight, my contractions finally got closer together. We went to the hospital around 3 am. I had been in labor for about 24 hours at this point.
I got my epidural and like was good for several hours. They thought I would be pushing around 3 pm.
Well 3 pm became 4 pm. And then 5 pm. And 6 pm.
You could say I was not a happy camper.
I just wanted you out of me.
It was decided that after 42 hours of labor, I was going to have a C-section.
They doctors were getting ready. Your father put on scrubs. The anethesiologist asked if anyone had a questions. Your father said he did. The anethesiologist is polite and said “okay…” and your father gestures toward the scrubs and asks “Does this make me look fat?” The anethesiologist burst out laughing.
Your father also used that joke on the nurses and they thought he was hysterical. Your father was proud.
So I will spare you the details of the c-section. I do remember that once you were born, they asked your father to announce if you were a boy or girl as we didn’t find out. He just stood there looking at you. I couldn’t take the suspense and I said “Well, did we have a Maddy or a William?” Your father just smiled in awe and said you were a girl.
The second you were out of me, I was given morphine. I remember that I was suddenly transported from the operating room to a yellow foam fun house and I thought it was awesome. Your father was there with me in the fun house wearing his scrubs. And then as quickly as I was transported there, the fun house just melted away and I was back in the operating room. But your father didn’t move.
I kept talking about the yellow foam fun house. My obstetrician said that she was starting to get jealous because this yellow foam fun house sounded cool. I kept alternating between being excited about the foam fun house and being excited about your birth.
Since I was too drugged up, your father held you first. They placed you in his arms and the first thing he said was “Oh my God. You are so cute.”
I stayed in the hospital for several days. The highlights:
1) You saw Top Gun with your father when you were a day old.
2) Your father watched the Bills with you on his laptop.
3) At one point you were crying and he was holding you. He started to sing to you but it wasn’t helping. I was half asleep and said “She likes “Let’s Hear It For The Boy'” (You did in utero). Your father then sang the whole song, word for word. I feel like I should be surprised that he knew the words but I am not. And it worked. You stopped crying.
We celebrated your first birthday a day early on Saturday, September 19, 2015. We didn’t want your party to be overshadowed by the Bills playing. We had a Minnie Mouse theme and a taco bar.
When we celebrated your first birthday, we had no idea that it was going to be your last birthday with your father.
As we celebrate your second birthday without him, it still feels unreal. The only birthday he was at is the one you definitely won’t remember.
It is just so unfair.
At least once a day, I think about how you are going to grow up without him, without remembering him, without every knowing him in his earthly form.
And every time you do something new or funny, I am reminded that he won’t get to see you grow up. He used to tell me that he couldn’t wait until he could talk because you would probably say the funniest things.
Every time you reach a new milestone, he won’t see that.
Every time you say something funny, he isn’t here to laugh.
He got robbed of that.
You got robbed.
Life can be so cruel. And I know soon you are going to start asking questions. I dread that but I won’t hide anything from you.
But I want you to know that your father loved you so much. You were the center of his world when he was here. And I know wherever he is, he loves you very much. His death doesn’t change that.
And many of the people around you loved him too and they love you too. And we all can’t wait to celebrate your third birthday.
3 thoughts on “For my daughter: your birth story”
Delightful! 💕Hoping she has a lovely birthday 🎉
Happy Birthday, Cutie!!
She will love reading this in the future. Maybe not as a kid but definitely as she grows up. Wonderful story. 🙂