When they talk about pregnancy induced amnesia...I'm pretty sure they are referring to moments like this.
They provided a stool and he took it...just in case. I was worried that he would pass out. He didn't do very well with blood. Or surgery. Or gore in general. But I was high as a kite on pain meds...if he hit the ground...I was pretty sure one of the scrub clad individuals and that random dude with the gloves would handle it.
He asked if we were ready to go and we chimed in with a yes. For a split second I wondered what would have occured if we would have said no. Would he have been all like, okay..."I'll step out for a latte and come back in a few and see if you are ready to do this thing??"
Olivia got the first look at her baby sister when we arrived home. She had gotten sick while I was "laboring" so we chose not to have her come to the hospital. First thing she said when she saw her was, "hey wasn't she supposed to be a boy?"
Too tired to deal with another smart ass comment, even if it was from my 5 year old daughter I decided to just pop a pain killer and settle in to enjoy all the magic and mania that is being the mother of two girls....