Baby day. Off to the hospital to be delivered via C-section of our 3rd child.
After two boys I was hoping for a girl. My husband wasn’t talking. He had lived through the previous 2 C-sections of which I had little or no memory and he knew what he was facing.
It was the Winter Olympics and we settled into our room to watch and wait until surgery where they put me under general anesthesia and I went to sleep.
I woke up (if it can be called waking) to a voice saying “Wake up! Don’t you want to see your baby?”
And I squeezed my eyes shut and jutted out my jaw and thought, “No. Because I just know it will be another boy.”
But one is weak-willed under anesthesia, and eventually my jaw unjuttted and my eyes opened and I looked at my baby boy and fell totally and utterly and forever in love.
Since then my eyes have squeezed shut on numerous occasions (‘Oh no. NOW what?)
And my jaw has jutted (‘Oh no you won’t!).
And I still remember the question I asked myself when I opened my eyes and looked at baby boy number three. “How could I ever have wanted you to be anything else?’