My Biggest Regret

I saw pictures of some first-time grandparents looking into the face of their first grandchild. Wow. What a great family moment. Wait a minute-- those are MY parents.. and isn't that MY baby??

In the final months of my pregnancy, I wasn't preparing myself for the scenario of a C-section. I focussed on the "what-ifs" of a natural birth. All of the videos (eww) showed different scenarios of different versions of the whole experience. If ever mentioned, a Cesarean birth was at most, a footnote.

After Eve was born in the operating room, not the delivery room, the doctors presented her to us. We shared our first mother/father/daughter moment, and then she was to be taken up to a different room to be weighed. The proud new dad was given the baby and away he went while I lay in the operating room getting put back together.

Well, I'll cut to the chase. I missed out on seeing my parents meet their first grandchild. This sounds very selfish, but I wish that we could've been settled in our hospital room before the family was introduced to the baby. To any first-time expectant mothers out there (not mentioning any names, but I know at least 2 of you are reading this), maybe give this scenario a little thought. I sort of wish someone would have mentioned this little tid bit to me.

For any of you that personally know Eve's dad, you can only imagine how tickled he was to be the first to show off the new little creature. I can't take that away from him. But hey, this blog is about ME, dammit. Me.

I guess if this is my biggest regret, I'm doing ok.