History of the birth of Mariana, daughter of our most loyal reader
Almost about 11:30 PM, December 2, 1999, we were awakened by a mariachi serenade to a neighbor in the set. For those mysteries of female sexuality, my wife felt the desire to see the serenade. And of those mysteries of male sexuality, I tried to grab the nap again.
Patricia went back to bed, and suddenly, he felt I could not find accommodation, and rose again (he went to the room to "rest"). I, I almost went to sleep, when suddenly I said "will already be born Mariana? When I asked, she confirmed.
We had decided that for that moment, we were going to react calmly in the midst of all, thank God, it was. I started to accompany me in the room and then began to settle the case in question (there was an emergency in the car), and doing laundry, fix the apartment. Fools were calmer than at 2 in the morning is devoted to those tools! Meanwhile
contractions were approaching each other more and more: on February 30 AM, were happening every 5 minutes, so we called the OB who did not give more importance to the issue (new parents, must have thought). So passed the morning and 5 am, we decided to call my parents to tell them. My mom was praying at home. On almost 6 AM, we went to pick up my mother (who learned when we got home so early) and we went to the clinic chosen: a slow journey to the recesses of the streets, do not rush the landing of my princess .
arrival, with the calm of a psychologist who has provided all (or so he thinks), spent endless minutes, for a medical Patricia reviewed. To touch him, asked to speak to the OB and contacted by phone (the clinic had the wonderful idea of \u200b\u200bseeking in an agenda of ragged leaves, the phone from his office). And the doctor kept saying ("I think it's important to come soon doctor, his patient is ready.") Surely he had the idea that new parents were overreacting to the call of the 2 30 AM. About 8 am, about 15 minutes after the call, they saw happen to a man running wildly about the parking lot toward the area of \u200b\u200bobstetrics.
On August 30, after several very strong contractions where Patricia, Mariana and I looked like one, given the embrace (back to) so strong that it gave my wife (as directed by physician), had to go into surgery. Mariana was born by natural delivery but it was convenient to foresee everything. The psychologist who had examined all had decided months before, to come to the birth of her daughter, but then I got really scared and I said no, Patricia, told me that if she needed me there and I dressed in surgical clothing.
After a few but courageous Pujadas, I could see his head sticking out of my daughter and told Patricia, "is coming." She made one last effort and 8:42 a.m., was born Mariana. The doctor said, "Cut off the cord, I was not able, but encouraged me to do so with regard to poetic expressions that would give freedom to my princess. Finally, I was able to do it and I went with my daughter and the doctor who did the first assessment. "This normal," he said, and I rested. Just under half an hour later, we went to the room my daughter was in her mother's lap, asking for food and. She looked so beautiful.
After a while, I decided to upload it and I remember that I could not see her, to admire, and give him kisses on his forehead. Came the first family to visit, but I felt a strong force larger than that urged me to just see my princess sleeping in my arms, and kiss her, kiss her forever.
The psychologist who had everything as planned, I forgot one small detail: the flowers that deserves a new mother on that day. I left clueless half the street (had 2 hours sleep if at all, and tons of pressure on my shoulders), to try to find some roses that look like something even my princess, I could not find anything beyond a few simple flowers perhaps others will seem beautiful but for me, were common to remember my wrist.
Today, thank God, I never tire of kissing and consent to my princess and I have clear that the best vaccine for my daughter's emotional problems is pure and deep affection that we can provide.
Patricia went back to bed, and suddenly, he felt I could not find accommodation, and rose again (he went to the room to "rest"). I, I almost went to sleep, when suddenly I said "will already be born Mariana? When I asked, she confirmed.
We had decided that for that moment, we were going to react calmly in the midst of all, thank God, it was. I started to accompany me in the room and then began to settle the case in question (there was an emergency in the car), and doing laundry, fix the apartment. Fools were calmer than at 2 in the morning is devoted to those tools! Meanwhile
contractions were approaching each other more and more: on February 30 AM, were happening every 5 minutes, so we called the OB who did not give more importance to the issue (new parents, must have thought). So passed the morning and 5 am, we decided to call my parents to tell them. My mom was praying at home. On almost 6 AM, we went to pick up my mother (who learned when we got home so early) and we went to the clinic chosen: a slow journey to the recesses of the streets, do not rush the landing of my princess .
arrival, with the calm of a psychologist who has provided all (or so he thinks), spent endless minutes, for a medical Patricia reviewed. To touch him, asked to speak to the OB and contacted by phone (the clinic had the wonderful idea of \u200b\u200bseeking in an agenda of ragged leaves, the phone from his office). And the doctor kept saying ("I think it's important to come soon doctor, his patient is ready.") Surely he had the idea that new parents were overreacting to the call of the 2 30 AM. About 8 am, about 15 minutes after the call, they saw happen to a man running wildly about the parking lot toward the area of \u200b\u200bobstetrics.
On August 30, after several very strong contractions where Patricia, Mariana and I looked like one, given the embrace (back to) so strong that it gave my wife (as directed by physician), had to go into surgery. Mariana was born by natural delivery but it was convenient to foresee everything. The psychologist who had examined all had decided months before, to come to the birth of her daughter, but then I got really scared and I said no, Patricia, told me that if she needed me there and I dressed in surgical clothing.
After a few but courageous Pujadas, I could see his head sticking out of my daughter and told Patricia, "is coming." She made one last effort and 8:42 a.m., was born Mariana. The doctor said, "Cut off the cord, I was not able, but encouraged me to do so with regard to poetic expressions that would give freedom to my princess. Finally, I was able to do it and I went with my daughter and the doctor who did the first assessment. "This normal," he said, and I rested. Just under half an hour later, we went to the room my daughter was in her mother's lap, asking for food and. She looked so beautiful.
After a while, I decided to upload it and I remember that I could not see her, to admire, and give him kisses on his forehead. Came the first family to visit, but I felt a strong force larger than that urged me to just see my princess sleeping in my arms, and kiss her, kiss her forever.
The psychologist who had everything as planned, I forgot one small detail: the flowers that deserves a new mother on that day. I left clueless half the street (had 2 hours sleep if at all, and tons of pressure on my shoulders), to try to find some roses that look like something even my princess, I could not find anything beyond a few simple flowers perhaps others will seem beautiful but for me, were common to remember my wrist.
Today, thank God, I never tire of kissing and consent to my princess and I have clear that the best vaccine for my daughter's emotional problems is pure and deep affection that we can provide.
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