Finally the pay off arrives! Our daughter, Elwen Maya Cayne Coppard Francis, was born by C Section on Saturday 11th September, 2010, weighing 7lbs 1oz. And what a beauty she really is. (I know all parents say this but this time im happy to jump in the same line.) I cut the umbilical cord too, without fumbling it. Suprising how one can summon up a steely, almost zen-like calmness even when the nerves at railing at your spine.
I must admit, waiting outside the operating theatre whilst the surgeons prepared She Who Must Be Obeyed was very trying. On a few occasions I thought I was going to crumple in a heap on the floor but thankfully didn't. It was a close thing methinks! I was dressed in scrubs with blue plastic 'bags' on my feet and this only added to the surrealness of it all.
Once I was allowed in the enormity of it all hit me like a belt of raw whisky; my beloved's head only visible to me, her body hooked up to pipes while doctors worked behind a green blanket to shield us from the actual surgey. I noticed drops of blood on the floor and on their smocks of course and it then became REAL. Really bloody REAL (pun intended.)
The delivery team were a nice bunch and not at all the snot nosed, patronising twerps I have come to expect from these types. They were all friendly and chatty and all in all it was very light hearted when I was expecting frowns and seriousness seeping from every pore. Teach me to be so judgemental of people of medicine.
We went into theatre at 11:12am and it was all over by 12:30pm. Im still amazed I got throught it without asking for a glass of water (or something stronger) but there you go, the higher power that we all possess at work.
It may be an everyday operation, and no doubt surgeons feel its all routine, but as I was walking back to my stool after cutting the umbilical cord I did glance at the area of She Who Must Be Obeyed's stomach that they were working on and it didn't look routine to me. It was a gaping, fleshy, bloody wound and hats off to the skill the surgeons have.
Huge relief when it was over. And so many different thoughts and memories to take from that operating theatre.
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