On Monday October 4, I had an ultrasound to measure the amniotic fluid and it was low. My doctor said that she'd repeat the next day and if it was still low we'd deliver. Well, she said that a bunch of times and it didn't happen so I didn't take her seriously. I didn't even mention it to Mike that night. The next morning, my doctor came in at 5am on her rounds and told me again that if the fluid was low this would be the day and she told me not to eat breakfast. Well, we'd been through this before, so I didn't bother to call Mike. At about 9 am, I had the ultrasound and the fluid was still low. The nurse said that they could get me in the OR for a c-section at 11:30am. I was not prepared - I had some loose ends to tie up! I wasn't completely mentally prepared either. I knew we would be having her early, but not >6 weeks early! So, I called Mike and hastily emailed a few people at work. The nurse kept coming in to start prepping me for surgery, and I'd say, "I need ten more minutes!" Then, Mike called and he was stuck in traffic. Joe Biden was at Macalester giving a talk and the road was closed for his safety. He was worried that he wouldn't get there in time, but the nurse said they wouldn't start without him. I called my sister. My brother-in-law, Ben, had offered to come take pictures so he was on his way. The nurse started prepping me for surgery and packing up my stuff since I would be moving from an antepartum (my home the last two weeks) room to a postpartum room.
Ben got there before Mike since he didn't have to deal with the Joe Biden traffic. Mike arrived and put on his scrubs. He looked so cute! Then the nurse said we would walk down to the OR. What!? After 2 weeks being confined to bedrest, I was going to
walk down the hall!?! As we were walking down the hall, I had to ask them to slow down because I couldn't keep up. Even though the childbirth class instructor came and talked to us for almost 2 hours one night, and we knew what to expect, I was really nervous. I mean, holy crap! We were going to have a baby in 20 minutes!
I went in the OR without them and they gave me the epidural and strapped my arms to the table (did you know they do that? It's instinct to reach out to grab the baby and that would compromise the sterile field) and the guys came in. It didn't hurt, but I felt lots of pulling and tugging. After <15 minutes the doctor pulled Charlotte out. I heard her cry and it was the most amazing moment. She was here! And she was OK! Crying meant she was breathing! My doctor said, "say hi!" and lifted her up to the curtain for a split second and all I saw was the top of her head. Mike could see everything and he just kept saying, "she's so beautiful, she's so beautiful."


Because Charlotte was a preemie, I knew that I wouldn't get to hold her right away since the neonatologists would take her away for assessment. During this part, Ben came over and showed me the pictures on his camera, the first time I got to get a good look at her. Charlotte was breathing on her own, but then she stopped and was in respiratory distress. Ben had to leave and Mike was with Charlotte. I don't know what was happening while they finished stitching me up, Mike can tell that part of the story. While I was in recovery, Mike and Ben were in the Special Care Nursery with Charlotte and took more pictures and came back to show me.
Having Ben come to take pictures was so wonderful. The nurse had told Ben that he wasn't allowed in the OR, but he would not take no for an answer and kept asking until she said it was up to the anesthesiologist and he was fine with it. So, Ben got some scrubs. It was really cool to share such an important day with him. It also allowed me to see what was going on throughout the whole thing.
Once I was recovered I was wheeled through the nursery to see her for the first time and I put my finger in her hand she grabbed my finger. She is amazing and beautiful and we are in love.
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