Meds. Epidural. Patience. But Curlygirl is tiny, and Squeaker just could not come down far enough to come out on his own, so off she and daddy went for a C-section.
Squeaker, it turns out, weighs an astonishing 9 pounds, 13 ounces. More than a few wits have noted that, with that kind of head start, he's likely to be bigger than his mom by age two!
Up 'til now, you say, "What crisis?"
After the surgery Curlygirl went to the recovery room. She was there for HOURS. It seems they weren't happy with blood pressures in the 74/40 range, so they pushed nearly a gallon of fluid into her to get her pressure up to 100/58, at which point they concluded that perhaps she has naturally low blood pressure. After all, she's only 18.
But since then she really hasn't been able to get up and stay up. Standing up causes chest pain and lightheadedness. But it was fainting in the bathroom that REALLY got their attention! I hear that if somebody pulls that little string in a hospital bathroom, LOTS of people show up.
So tonight, for the second time in less than a month, a total stranger, someone we'll never meet, saved my daughter's life. The first time, it was a kidney donation for Babygirl. The second time, a blood transfusion for Curlygirl. She's still far too pale from my mommy perspective, but she's able to sit up without breaking into a cold sweat.
Thank you, whoever you are.
PS It hardly needs to be said that Squeaker is adorable. He looks like a tiny, very chubby version of his mom! He reminds me a bit of Choco.
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