It's a boy....1 lb 8oz !!!

Our lives changed dramatically in the next 2 hours. The decision was made to head down to delivery, and there was no question that this had to be a caesarean section. A breech, preterm infant did not stand a very good chance being delivered vaginally.
Dave, had been at home, when he got the phone call to head back to London, that this little person was coming sooner rather than later. I can't even imagine what the drive in was like for him....I just wanted him with me. Due to my MS, the anesthesiologist came to me, explaining that there were possible risks for a flare up with the injection of the spinal. All I knew at that precise moment in time was that, there was no other option than a c-section, and I surely wasn't having it without a spinal !!!
I think somewhere in my mind, I hadn't fully accepted what  was happening...I kept thinking this will  all stop, the bleeding will stop, the pain will stop, and it will all be just a really bad dream.  It wasn't a dream, and it didn't stop.
I had my legs swung over the side of the table, blood literally gushing on the doctor's feet, when I heard them say that Dave had just arrived, and they were getting him ready to come in the operating room.
I couldn't stop apologizing to this poor woman I was bleeding all over, and I couldn't stop bawling my eyes out !!!! I don't think I have ever cried so much in my entire life !!! I was so relieved to see Dave, he manages to always maintain this sense of calm, even in the most dire of situations, and I needed that at that moment.
The spinal was administered, the sheet went up, and from that point on I couldn't even move a toe...thank god !!!!
At this stage, we had never had the tour of the NICU, and we had never had a chance to speak to anyone about what a 24 weeker would face. We didn't know if this baby would stand a chance at a normal life, much less survive. We didn't know what this baby would look like, would it be a boy or a girl, would they be able to do everything in their power to save it....not resuscitating was not even an option !!!
There was tugging, and stretching...and the tears kept flowing !!! Dave stroked my hair, wiped my tears, and kept telling me everything would be okay....he was honestly my rock at that moment in time.
We knew we weren't going to be able to see the baby, that he or she would be whisked away to the NICU. At 12:38 on August 5th 2010, we became parents to a little boy, who weighed 1 lb 8 oz, was 12 inches long, and who peed the moment they pulled his teeny tiny little body out of me !!!