It's week 39 and you'll never guess what happened to me this week . . . Okay, so you might guess correctly since I am 39 out of 40 weeks pregnant. Yes, I totally gave birth! I know!!! I can't believe it either! Crazy, right? Yeah.. I know. Originally, my C-section was scheduled for Friday, January 29, but ultimately, Nubby had had enough of the womb.
It all started on Wednesday, January 27. I got up around 6 AM for my morning restroom pit stop and felt some cramping. It was light and didn't last very long so I assumed it was nothing and decided to go to work. It was my last day on the job before maternity leave and I had a ton of stuff to do. The cramps progressively got worse on the bus ride to New York City. By the time I got to work, I was totally seeing stars every 10 minutes. At 8 AM, I called my doctor's office. The on call doctor wanted me to come into the office if the pain persisted after 30 minutes. But, I really had a ton of stuff to do so I stayed at work until 10:45 AM. For some reason, my brain was set on temporary stupid. It's like I didn't believe I could possibly be in labor . . . BUT I WAS! I was totally sitting at my desk training a temp and in the early stage of labor at the same time. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and called Nurse Sally. She said to go to the hospital immediately. My boss wanted to send me to the hospital in an ambulance, but it would have been way too embarrassing. Can you imagine all those bankers gawking at me as it takes four EMTs to lift my big butt into the wagon? No way! So I quickly hopped into a taxi over to New York Presbyterian.
While in the waiting room for 1 1/2 hours (no seriously . . . I waited that long only to have the registration nurse profusely apologize because she forgot I was there. WHATEVER!), I made some friends, fell in love with Dr. Oz, and discovered why most people hate Wendy Williams and TMZ (they're disgusting programs and should be banned from television). Finally, I got a room and Henry arrived. Since Dr. Medical Woman had the day off, the on-call doc suggested we perform the C-Section right away since Nubby was still breech, and I was continuing to dilate. So off to surgery we went (Henry looked so adorable in his scrubs!). Three hours, seven surgery peeps (surprisingly two were male, so my "yahoo" wasn't too exposed), and one delicious spinal later - our Evy Anne Adjiele (Ah-Gel-lay) Mensah was born at 4:16 PM weighing 6 lbs and 1.9 oz.
It was common knowledge that obviously I was going to have a baby. But there was something almost mythical about the experience. It was almost as if our baby was an idea - something to look forward to, but not real. When I heard her utter her first cry, the idea was shattered and the reality of Nubby as a living breathing human being hit me like a ton of bricks. Once Henry was holding her in his arms as they stitched me up, I could see her wide dark eyes staring at both of us. She was real alright! It all sounds so hokey, but she was living human being who was counting on us to give her good values, discipline, and a solid moral framework so that she can take her place in society and make a better world for all of us. I immediately started crying. Not out of fear, but the hope of what she can become. Nubby can change the world for the better, but it's up to Henry and me to grab parenthood with both hands and not shirk from our duties. She isn't some high society accessory like a little toy dog or an expensive hairpiece. She's counting on us and we've got to step up to the plate and raise her with love, peace, and hair grease (probably more than that, but you see where I'm going . . . )
By 7 PM, I was holding my little girl. I made sure to count all of her fingers and toes. I made sure to tell her how much her "Mommy and Daddy" loved her and how we promise to be parents… not perfect, but perfect-enough parents all the same. It was a lovely moment for Henry and me. Our sweet little idea had become a reality in this beautiful child (whom of course looks just like me ). Now the real fun begins!
So as much fun as this ride has been, it's time to say farewell to my pregnancy journal. I can't thank you enough for following my journey. You have been a rock of support to me. Thank you to editor Maribeth who took a chance on my candidly honest interpretation of pregnancy. I hope to continue our awesome adventures in a parenting journal on this site. I promise you more experiences, more questions, and more laughs than a barrel of monkeys. Nubby ain't got nuthin' on those monkeys! See you soon!