Today is John’s first birthday, which means a year ago Holli was drugged and sliced open by a man who didn’t speak English. All before breakfast.
Holli had a big grin on her face for most of the procedure and told me (over and over again) that they gave her Demerol. It was nice to see her relaxed and calm. She even sang some Broadway show tunes to pass the time. “Anything Goes,” I think.
The operation was pretty simple, at least from my perspective. The Doctor got John out the escape hatch he created and sent him off to be cleaned and de-briefed.
This was the second Caesarean (I was there for Gracie also) that I have witnessed and it pretty much went the same way the first one did…except that after it was all done he “tied the tubes.”
Calling it “tying the tubes” isn’t the whole story. This was total annihilation. He made a loop, tied the loop together about an inch before the curve, cut the tubes above the loop, burned the free ends of the tubes and then put them back where he got them from before doing the same to the other side.
But calling it “tying, cutting and burning the tubes” would probably be a needless use of words and gore. Hence, the abbreviated name.
Anyway, John celebrated his birthday by waking up at 2 am this morning and not really sleeping much more than 2 or 3 hours the rest of the night, which only reminded his parents of how they felt one year ago on this day.
But don’t worry, I’m okay. If I only knew where the Demerol was….
