He is here. Not the way any of us wanted. The call for a c section was made shortly after my last post. I'm not going to say much about that.
The very kind midwife came and found us and talked us through it. She's an adoptive mom as well. We talked a bit about how upset Sydney was with this change. And how this would greatly impact Sydney's recovery and her desire to travel to her home state in the very near future.
Last night is still a blur. They called me it into the nursery so I could be there with his grandma and him. He was minutes old. It was an incredibly special time.
The mister and Tall Girl joined shortly at the window. She started saying "Hi, Babyboy!!" and singing happy birthday to him.
There is so much that happens with a newborn in a hospital. A lot of poking and prodding and tests.
A little bit later the nurse said it was time to give him his first bath which is something Sydney had requested we do. His grandma took video so we could use it to bribe him with later but more importantly so that we could share it with Sydney.
At one point she was outside the glass looking in on us. I looked up and tears were streaming down her face. She looked devastated and that broke my heart. She loves this baby so very much. She was so worried about him and his mama. She is feeling so much loss already. This part of adoption sucks.
It was about an hour until we could take baby boy to Sydney. She looked amazingly well for all she'd been through. She was able to give him his first feeding which was also part of her hospital plan. I'm glad she got that small part but wished she had much more.
We left them to enjoy each other.