DR arrived at 7 PM this evening. Because of a possible emergency, JP was taken to the regular delivery room, where husbands are not allowed. The foreign midwife came in and said, “There’s a 50/50 chance of JP having a C-Section.” Five minutes later, I heard the doctor yell, “Don’t push! Don’t push!” JP scream, and a baby cry.
A couple minutes later, a friend arrived with JP’s supper, and I told her, “You hear that crying baby. I think it’s mine, but no one’s told me anything.”
Sure enough. It was.
It was this thing:
Mommy and baby are doing fine.