We got up that morning knowing it was going to be a life changing day. We took our 3 year old little girl to my sister and went out for breakfast, except I couldn't eat. We were headed to the hospital. I would be undergoing surgery in a few hours. We had known this was coming for months now, but I was still nervous. We checked in to the hospital, I got all hooked up, tubed up, wired up, you name it. We waited. My mother and Mother-in-law were there to support us too. Sometime around 1:30 I got wheeled in to the surgical room where 2 doctors and a team of nurses went to work. Right at a crucial moment, the phone on the wall started ringing, and ringing, and ringing. "Would somebody please tell them to call back!" I yelled. Yes, I was awake throughout this. Finally, a slight tug yielded a surge of relief of the pressure and we heard some suction sounds and a cry. "It's a boy!" one doctor said as he held him over me, "and he just peed all over me!, I guess the plumbing works". "We have a son I told my husband". "He's got red hair" the other doctor said. "Is there something we need to talk about" my husband asked. "He's yours!" I told him. (Our daughter was born with a head full of coal black hair). My husband went out to tell the Grandma's. They were thrilled, as were we all. I took my son home two days later and we began our lives as a family of four. Yesterday, E turned 8. He is growing into a fine young man, and we couldn't be more proud of him and his sister. We make great kids!
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