Let the waiting begin...

So I was wheeled off into surgery and the family was left in the hallway.  As soon as the door closed I was meet by a team of doctors and nurses and I truly felt like I was on an assembly line passed from one doctor to another and they all played a key role in having a c-section.  The one I was most worried about was the epidural... this being my first experience to have surgery or anything hospital related in a foreign country I was a bit nervous but I could truly feel God's peace around me and in everything that we were experiencing (even the fact that I could not understand what everyone was saying around me).  I remember when it came time for the epidural I heard someone say in English really slow "do not move"... you better believe I had never been more still and before I knew it I was rolled over and could not feel my feet... I asked if we were done and then someone else said "DONE".  It was really happening the moment I had been waiting for since we found out we were pregnant was about to be here (it really felt like years of waiting) and as soon as someone placed the sheet up so I could not see and then placed a mask over my mouth I started to feel a little more anxious so I did the first thing that came to me... I started to sing "Jesus loves me"... and I sang it over and over again until I heard Asher cry.  While I was singing the anesthesiologist said "You feel push and then hear cry"... ok great that means they are almost done... so I kept on singing and then I felt some tugging and then I heard the sound I have prayed for for so long... a gentle cry and that is when the tears started to flow... all the emotions I had been holding inside started to flow and it felt so good to hear him cry and then all of sudden the anesthesiologist ask me "do you want weak or full" and I said "can I see my baby" and he smiled at me and nurse appeared with Asher in her arms... our little miracle... oh how I loved him and wanted to take him in my arms... but the bad thing about a c-section is you can't... so she quickly went away and once again the man was asking me "weak or full"... I assumed he was talking about the anesthesia they had told me about previously where they have to put me to sleep to sew me up :-)... so I said weak bc I did not want to get sick or feel out of it when I got to hold my baby for the first time.  Sure enough the weak was strong enough bc I don't remember the next 4 or so hours...

While all of this was happening... this is what my family was doing... WAITING... I love these pictures bc you can see lots of standing, lots of talking, lots of distractions and lots of love...
 

 

 

 

 

 

This picture was taken back in the room... when Hanah and Kevin had brought Pierce a cake for the big day... yummy... 

Are you ready to meet Asher...