I’ve got you, babe…
Pip was born in the main OR of a hospital in San Jose, California. It was sterile. It was cold. It was terrifying.
I remember reading up on c-sections when we learned we had no other choice. One thing I read stuck with me – Pay attention to the details. Remember the little things.
As they prepped me for surgery, before O was let in, there was music playing over the speakers. “Put the lime in the coconut. ” I remember thinking “they wouldn’t be playing this on the maternity floor.”And that made me even more sad.
When I finally could hold Pip, I insisted on pulling back his cap. I wanted to see the details. Did he have hair? [yes.] How long were his fingers? [they looked so long on the ultrasound!].
Then, I spoke to him. And he stopped screaming. He turned and looked at me. Eyes wide open. And over the speakers I heard “I’ve got you babe…”
And all I could think was “well, that was perfect.”