The tales continue. . .
I do believe I left all of you at the delivery room, but I forgot to mention something. . . Am I the only one that wonders why you have to sign 2,400 papers (slight exaggeration) and answer 2,399 questions before a birth or surgery?! I am getting all sorts of things strapped on me, needles shoved in my hands, clothes being changed, blood taken, and some lady is saying, "Can you please sign right by the X?" Meanwhile another nurse is at a computer asking everything from my blood type to my mother's high school grades! I was getting rather tired of answering the same questions over and over. . .
What a wonderful relief to have Troy join me, and then to see my doctor peek in the room! We quickly discussed the fact the baby's lungs were not developed, but as she stated, "Your body is a ticking time bomb, and we need to take care of it."
The peace was still there concerning the baby; I had my ketchup bottle! :-)
When I finally landed in the OR, received a spinal, and was flat on my back, I was asked the question, "Would you mind if a BJU student is in here to observe the birth?" I almost gasped, "A BJU student?!" Inwardly I thought, "Okaaaaay. My doctor has no clue Troy also is BJU student!" I lamely ask, "Do you think I will ever see this person on the campus?" I received some reply to which I quickly answered, "Well, I guess it is fine. This person must be in medicine, and my husband is in music, so chances are our paths will not cross." I can assure you that if I am ever waltzing across campus and some guy comes up and says, "Mrs. Castle, I am the one that attended the birth of your baby. How are the two of you doing?" I do believe I will faint!!!!!
Silas' guard dog
Back to the OR, the moment finally happens when Silas meets the world, and the doctors were so concerned about my uterus, neither surgeon was checking to see what the baby was! Troy finally got a glimpse and told me. Another boy - just what I wanted!!!! I never stated that for obvious reasons, but deep down, I really wanted another son! When they brought him around the sheet so I could see him, he looked dead. It was very scary since he had not yet taken a breath. In fact, it was 45 seconds before he did! Talk about a loooong time to wonder, and when I first heard that little cry, I joined right in there with him. It was one of the most precious sounds I have ever heard!
It was so special when he was wrapped in a blanket, and Troy was able to bring him to me! With all the trauma involved, I was cherishing each moment that I had always considered routine with my other two children. I wanted to cry my eyes out, but that is rather hard when you are being cut on!
As for Silas' name, I had my usual time trying to convince Troy they were "nice." :-) I wanted an uncommon Bible name with a good meaning. (Those are rather hard to come by, you know.) Some names are really neat but have terrible meanings! The middle is after Ronald Reagan - a man I dearly loved. After his death, I had always hoped to name a boy in honor of him. One of the NICU nurses was so thrilled to find out he was a namesake, for she had worked at the Reagan Presidential Library in CA and personally knew the family.
And the NICU is for another day. . . :-) Enjoy the picture.