This is so bad -- all the weddings from last Fall and this Spring have yet to be blogged. It might have lost me some business when couples don't see any recent work. But I don't care much.
The reason? I'm completely in love with a little now 9-month old who at the end of the day when I usually catch up on blogging, starts to cry on the 2nd floor of our home, just above my office. She wants to spend time with her daddy while mommy is cooking dinner.
Between the blog and her, she always wins. This is what happens when you have a premature daughter who last September, came almost two months early.
The day before her arrival we were at Eden Hospital, with what they thought was false labor. At the time, it was a relief because I had a wedding later in the afternoon. Sure I had an awesome backup lined up just in case, but I've never had to send someone in my place and ideally I wanted to keep it that way. During that wedding Hazel stayed at my parents house just in case, and thankfully nothing happened. The next day was Sunday and with no wedding to be at, we enjoyed watching the Giants beat the Yankees. And after the last out, baby wasn't waiting any longer--suddenly she wanted out, fast.
I had never seen Hazel cry before from physical pain and with scary amounts of blood I packed our 3-year old Nathan in the car and we raced back to Eden, breaking numerous traffic laws along the way. When we got there, nurse Karen, who in the absence of the doctor, took charge. Karen was calm and her tone of voice was reassuring. But she couldn't hide the seriousness of the situation--she was working her tail off racing here and there, putting lines in Hazel's arm as fast as she could. I still remember the sweat beading up on her forehead with no time to wipe it. That was the point I got scared. Holding Nathan in my lap and waiting for the doctor who was rushing from home, it was the longest 10 minutes of my life.
Even before the doctor arrived, Karen was prepping Hazel to be transferred to a hospital with a Level 1 NICU which can handle babies this early. Within minutes she was in an ambulance heading to Alta Bates in Berkeley and I was driving separately to where my phone led me, which was Alta Bates Oakland. Parking was hard to find and then comes the news from the information desk: I was at the wrong hospital. Now completely stressed out I sped up to Berkeley where they were prepping Hazel for an emergency c-section. With about 2 minutes to spare I was able to jump into a gown and rush into the room where the baby was just about to come out. But there was a problem: The baby's blood had rushed out of her into the separating placenta (which was breaking away from the baby and causing this emergency). The doctor squeezed the placenta, thus sending the blood back into baby and giving her a chance to survive.
After what seemed a long time, baby was separated from mommy and we heard her first cry, which of course made us cry. After 15 days in the NICU we got her home. She completely captivates us, including her older brother who loves to help her figure out all the toys strewn throughout the family room.