Last night I couldn't sleep. I knew I had a greater purpose and that rest wasn't in the cards. My sister was due for delivery two days earlier, and I somehow knew she was going through labor as I tossed and turned in bed! I finally received the text from her telling me to hurry to the hospital. I told my husband to watch our son and what was going on. I sprinted down the stairs and ran to my car.
When I arrived my sister was moaning in pain, so I rushed to her side and held her hand. There were other loved ones by her bed, and there were such crazy emotions throughout the process. It is an amazing feeling to see so many people caring for and so in tune with my sisters needs. The shared emotions of excitement and fear perplexes me.
I felt my sisters fear, but couldn't show her how scared I was. The others cried and panicked, so I tried to take control over the situation. I felt I would have failed my sister if I let the others fall apart. It's astounding how strong someone can be when the moment actually presents itself.
My sisters pain was unfathomable! I don't think I even went through that much pain with delivering my son. Sure she had the epidural, but there were complications and she went through the worst back labor imaginable. She was so strong even through her fears. She had to overcome her fears in order to pull through.
My sister had racing heart due to anxiety, which put her into some danger. The baby went through meconium aspiration, which is when the baby defecates in the mother before birth and can be very harmful to the baby. The baby is too large to be delivered vaginally (9lbs and 6oz), so the baby was stuck in the same place for a large amount of time. The baby was also not facing the right way and no such luck at turning.
Our mother was more brave than I have ever seen. Through some of the worst contractions and scariest parts, she stayed at my sisters bed and rubbed her back. She helped with the breathing and was such a comfort. I know it was hard for our mother to be that strong, but love made her overcome those obstacles.
Labor was taking too long and the baby had been stuck in the same position for hours. The doctors met together and decided that the best option was a cesarean. Even though it wasn't part of the birth plan, due to the circumstances action had to be improvised. This decision made everyone even more nervous, and there were some serious break downs on everybody's part. They were well deserved, but I had to hide my tears. Seeing my sister in so much pain I was terrified to lose her. I have never seen someone hurt that bad before, and I was freaking out inside, but dead calm in person.
The nurse handed me some scrubs and told me to change. I don't know how I was picked out of all the others to join my sister while in surgery, but I knew that's what I had to do. I desperately needed to be there to make sure my sister was doing as well as she could. I am more than flattered that I was picked, and it was the most amazing thing to be there for her. I couldn't even begin to express how much it meant to me that my sister allowed me to be apart of this!
I held her hand while she had her surgery and cried out of joy when I saw the baby pulled out. The doctors let me cut the cord, and it was the most rewarding feeling I have ever felt. I left my sisters side for a short moment to follow my niece into the NICU, but then returned to her quickly to make sure she was doing better.
When I left them to tend to my son at home they were doing well. I couldn't be more proud of my sister. She was so courageous and strong, so I know they will be fine.
Also, a neat tidbit, it's my sister's birthday! Having her first child on her birthday is surely the best present she could have ever received!
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