Barb D
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Six years ago today, my mom was at Pizza Hut with my two kids, then 6 and 8. They were having lunch, and waiting for "the call." DH and I were at the hospital, and the doctor said it was almost time. Time to call the big brother and sister to tell them to come and watch their new sibling being born. It would be an hour so.
As soon as we hung up the phone, the fetal monitor showed that the baby's heartrate dropped rapidly. It was an emergency. The doctor was just about to do a C-section when he did one last check, saw that I had dilated from 4 to 10 within minutes, and delivered the baby. She was gray and not breathing, and the infant resuscitation team -- fortunately called quickly -- worked on her for what seemed forever to get her breathing.
In the meantime, pizza had been abandoned, and DS and DD were blissfully unaware of the traumatic situation they were missing. By the time they got there, the baby was pink and breathing normally, and they got to hold their sweet little sister.
We now have pizza every year on October 28th, in memory of that abandoned pizza lunch and in thankfulness for our happy, healthy girl. I've been telling her ever since she was old enough to make a choice that we don't HAVE to have pizza; she can choose whatever she wants for her birthday dinner. But she loves pizza and she loves to hear the story, so pizza it is at our house for dinner tonight.
DD SIX!
As soon as we hung up the phone, the fetal monitor showed that the baby's heartrate dropped rapidly. It was an emergency. The doctor was just about to do a C-section when he did one last check, saw that I had dilated from 4 to 10 within minutes, and delivered the baby. She was gray and not breathing, and the infant resuscitation team -- fortunately called quickly -- worked on her for what seemed forever to get her breathing.
In the meantime, pizza had been abandoned, and DS and DD were blissfully unaware of the traumatic situation they were missing. By the time they got there, the baby was pink and breathing normally, and they got to hold their sweet little sister.
We now have pizza every year on October 28th, in memory of that abandoned pizza lunch and in thankfulness for our happy, healthy girl. I've been telling her ever since she was old enough to make a choice that we don't HAVE to have pizza; she can choose whatever she wants for her birthday dinner. But she loves pizza and she loves to hear the story, so pizza it is at our house for dinner tonight.
DD SIX!
