Brody was a sweet little newborn with a tan (which turned out to be jaundice), swollen eyes, and a funny-shaped head. When our midwife, Mary, held him up for the first time he was floppy and he wasn't crying. Although Jonathan had finally agreed to cutting the cord (throughout the whole pregnancy he said there was no way he wanted to do it!), Mary quickly apologized and told him that she needed to do it instead. She cut the cord and they wisked him over to the cleaning station.
NICU nurses quickly charged through the door and surrounded him, trying all they could do to get him to cry, but he wouldn't cry. Every now and then a very small little whimper came from over in the corner, but it wasn't what the medical staff wanted to hear. There was an odd tension in the room. I could tell there was something wrong and a huge wave of motherly worry washed over me. I had only glimpsed at my new little man but I already knew I could no longer live without him!
Several minutes passed as I laid on the hospital bed trying not to cry in front of everyone in the room. I wasn't fooling Jonathan though. He knew I was worried and anxious. He tried his very best to reassure me everything was okay, that Brody would be fine, but deep inside he was just as frightened as I was.
After what felt like an eternity, Brody's apgar score was normal, but they told me he needed to go to the transition nursery so that they could monitor him over the next four hours. They allowed me to hold him for just a minute before they took him. It was surreal as I held him for the first time. Jonathan hovered over as we both marveled at the sweet little blessing wearing a blue, white, and pink striped cap the hospital gave to him. Wow! What a flood of emotions that swept over the both of us!