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A warning to my Dad: I don't think you read my blog, but on the off chance you run across this, please move on to any other post. This one is not for you.
A little back story: I've mentioned before about the drama that unfolded in the delivery room after Monsoon was born. He was blue, but everyone kept shouting about my blood loss and dropping BP... I was so dizzy and sick and trying hard not to pass out, I couldn't understand much besides 1) I wanted my baby! and 2) the lovely doc had her arm so far up my hoo-hoo that I could actually see her hand moving around in my stomach. GA- ROSS!
Then my mom, the same woman who rolls her eyes and tells me to "suck it up and get on the school bus" after I vomit all over the front porch when I'm 9, says to me that she's going to go get my dad, "just in case," and runs out of the room.
By the time my dad came in to see me ("just in case"), the blanket covering my assaulted Australia had been replaced. Whew! We all got to say hello to each other and brand new Monsoon, everyone still feeling a little overwhelmed. So overwhelmed, in fact, that nobody noticed what the doc was doing at the foot of my bed until...
My dad, also at the foot of my bed, right behind the doc, got the shot. I couldn't feel my legs and they were still up in the stirrups when she ripped my blanket off with no warning. I don't remember for sure if I noticed the look on his face right then, or if I first saw it when we watched the video.
Yes, it's on tape. My dad got The Shot. The worst shot in the history of shots - and it was of his daughter! Ewwww.
p.s. (And a special thanks to Candy): My sister started rolling the camera right when Monsoon was visible in whole and didn't stop until she got to hold him. I appreciate this so much, and I suspect it was a helpful way for her to focus on something other than the drama. Just wish my dad's "shot face" hadn't been captured. Ewwww....
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