Today is a special day. 21 years ago, Novevember 18, 1988, I gave birth to two amazing little boys. Because one of them was breech, we needed a c-section. It was a little scary. I had never been in the hospital before. Seven stitches in my knee was the extent of my medical history. And to be honest, I was a pretty worried about Mr. Lilt being in the delivery room. Getting a blood test before we got married was pretty traumatic for him. Needles, blood, nurses, oh my. But he assured me he would be just fine.
During my epidural, the anesthesiologist did a "cold swab" test on my belly, to insure that he had me plenty numb from the waist down. I was so afraid that I would feel the pain of them cutting me open. When he asked me if I could feel the cold swab, I kept saying "yes," even thought I could not. More anesthesia. Then a little more. I was numb from my chin down and could barely even talk. The delivery went so quickly. Mr. Lilt did great. I remember at one point he said, "Oh my God, they just put your bladder on your chest!" Then voila! Two perfect little baby boys. Finally, I get to hold these guys we had been waiting for, for so long. I reached to hold Baby #1. Nothing happened. I reached again. Nothing. I was so freaking numbed up, my arms could not move!
They sent me off to a recovery room, where I had to stay until I could wiggle my toes. They sent Mr. Lilt off with our babies. He and my mother shared the two bundles of joy, while I was laid up in that damned room. I had so much anesthesia in me, it was an eternity before I could do the toe wiggle.
It's been 21 years, since that day. The boys have grown into wonderful young men. I probably won't even get to see them today. They are very busy at school.
But the day they were born... easily the best day of my life.
Disclaimer: Mr. Lilt says they put my bladder on my stomach, not my chest. But I could swear he said chest!
Anyway, you know I must love him....I let him see my bladder.