BB was born 11:30 PM, July 10th.
When he emerged blue and limp, the cord was immediately cut and he was whisked away to the warming table. I was confused why they didn't let DH cut the cord and I wondered why they were taking my baby away. Everything felt like I was watching it happen, like I wasn't really there. BB had an initial Apgar score of 1, and the medical staff moved him to the NICU. I sat there staring at the door the medical personnel had just whisked my baby out of and I had the thought that I was now going to die. Not completely because of BB's condition, but because after all that transpired, I felt like I was going to die.
The doctor reached inside me and pulled out my placenta, which freaked me out so much that I snapped back to reality. I had no idea that anyone ever did such a thing. To this day, I don't know why he did that. I would have preferred to deliver it naturally. The doctor started sewing me up. I had a level 3 tear, so I required a number of stitches.
The hospital staff that had been working on BB returned with him, pink and crying. With his Apgar up to 8, BB was placed on the scale to weigh. The doctor told us that BB was a "Sumo Baby" and he asked how big we thought he was. I knew that the doctor had told me I would have trouble with anything over 8 pounds, so I guessed his weight to be 8 pounds, 8 ounces. DH guessed 9 pounds. When they turned the scale on, BB weighed 10 lbs, 5.2 ounces, and measured 22 1/2" long. Once I knew how big he was, I felt better about the trouble I had pushing him out.
After BB was weighed and measured, he was handed to DH. BB didn't have a big cry, but rather a small mewing cry that was constant. Given his rough entrance, you can't really blame him. DH held him next to me, and when I spoke to him, he stopped crying and looked at me. I tried to nurse for a few minutes, but BB wasn't interested. So I handed him back to DH and he and the other family members took turns holding him and taking pictures of him.