May
25
Introducing Christian Pearl Turner…
Posted by Pamela Turner under For Buyers, For Sellers, For Realty Professionals, General Information, Our Neighbors, First Time Buyer
Hello Everyone, Whew What-a Week!
Monday:
The beginning of the week…and we are off to a great start! Took Lizzie to the OB high-risk clinic and we had to be there by 9:00 a.m. Not easy to get Lizzie up at 6:30 for the start of her medication schedule and to get her fed and in the car by 8:15. But we managed and thought everything was going well, but as soon as Lizzie stepped out of the car…you know what happened next…an eruption of everything she ate and drank on the floor of the parking garage! And, it splashed up on me and her, man we stunk like rotten eggs…tried to wipe it off, but I think we only mashed it into our clothes even more…we got some serious stares as we sat in Clinic waiting for our names to be called. Oh well, not everyone can smell like a Rose all the time!
But, everything else went well, and we were instructed to show up at 10 on Tuesday at L & D (labor and delivery in hospital jargon) for a consultation with the Anesthesiologist, shouldn’t take more than an hour Ms. Turner…right. We left University Medical Center at Brackenridge at 7p.m. However, we amused ourselves by watching a Marathon of our favorite show…House. We must have watched at least 5 episodes before we were given the Green Light for C-Section, Hooray, all is good.
Instructions: Show up Wednesday, May 20th at 8 a.m. procedure to begin at 10 a.m.
Wednesday, 7:15 a.m……Hip Hip Hooray, we are on are Way! Decided to park with the Valet as today is the Big Day, let’s splurge ($10)! Got the wheelchair out of the trunk, put Lizzie in it and proceeded to wheel her in, but some clacking noise was clanking…and then, the wheelchair would not move, the wheels locked down. I told Lizzie, hop out and sit on the padded bench inside the foyer. I pulled the darn chair in and sat on the padding myself. I turned the wheelchair upside down so I could get a good look at our problem, hey we have a very important date and we can’t be late. To my aggravation, the wheelchair seat belt was wound up around the wheel base tighter than a drum. AAARRGGGG! What’s a girl to do???? As ”Luck” would have it, two very nice men stopped and asked me if we needed help, Lizzie was laughing, but not I. This was not funny, at least not then….They used their manly strength to pull the seat belt loose and we were ”on the road” again to L & D!!! We arrived 10 minutes early and our paperwork was ready, off to the pre-op room to get ”pre-opted”…first order of business, insert IV into Lizzie for blood collection and fluid insertion! She was as she put it “dying of thirst” as she had not had any fluids since the night before to get ready for surgery. 1st Nurse, One stick, no vein, two sticks, still no vein. Second Nurse: One stick, no vein….no more sticks..she called upon the Anesthesiologist…One stick, no vein…Two stick, Vein, Great, it collapsed as the fluid starting making a huge bomb on her arm, she was distressed. Three sticks, no vein. Called another M.D. and decided to run the IV line in her neck, yup you heard me, her neck. they ran me out of the room, and at this point, I didn’t mind, I wasn’t sure I could watch that stick. A few minutes later, out comes the M.D. and they ordered an X-Ray to make certain it was in the right spot…we are behind schedule, it’s now 11 a.m.
X-Ray comes and goes in a flash (ha, pun intended)….blood is collected, sent to Lab, I am told 45 minutes and we should be ready to “Get it On”!
So, I did what any normal Mother would do, I went for coffee and a doughnut only to discover that lunch was being served in the Cafeteria…peas and carrots and baked chicken, who could resist, so I woofed it down and headed back to L & D only to discover they had taken my little punkin’ back to get prepped, which means they had to insert the spinal block….they dressed me in sterile garb and I waited for my cue. Enter through the double doors into the surgical area, wow! Innnersting stuff. they were all ready, Lizzie was freezing, shaking (they keep it like a refrigerator in there) and they had a little seat with my name on it! Woohoo! We are cooking with gas now! The procedure began and it all went smoothly, they pushed and pushed and then the M.D. said the baby was hanging on by his toes, guess he was warm and didn’t want to give it up! But, finally, he arrived. 11:54 a.m. one “Lucky Little Boy Baby” arrived into the world, crying such a sweet cry…waa, waa, waa. I could not see a darn thing, 5 nurses were around him in a clear little tub like thingy. He cried some but not much. I saw them pick up his arm and it feel limp, that worried me, but no one was calling a code blue or anything, they said he was okay and brought him over to see Lizzie and me. He is beautiful, skin as smooth as well, a baby’s behind! The first thing I noticed was the Turner nose, hey, it’s distinctive, what can I say….
Then back to the pre-op room which is now the recovery room…Lizzie seems to be doing well, so I decide to saunter off to the Nursery to get a better look at my Grandson! I wanted to check out his hair status of all things…so I wander the myriad of halls asking directions here and there. Finally, I end up at the Nursery and I look at the babies, can’t see which name tag says Turner, so I knock on the windows and go Turner baby? They look at me like huh? I say it again, Turner baby….the open the door and do oh you have on the magic bracelet, Come on in. Wow, in I go. They show me the most beautiful baby in the world (yes, Granny has gone GaGa) His skin is absolutely flawless and he is handsome, so handsome that the name Trooper does not do him justice. He has hair that they have oiled up and combed with a part, just adorable! He reminds me of the my family cowlick, Joshua had it real bad, plus my brother too! Anyway, I am then asked if I want to feed him, why sure, I reply and they say, here have a seat in the rocker and here’s the bottle. Double Wow! So, I sit and do my best Granny voice, oh…you’re so cute and pretty, Granny loves you, what a lucky boy you are, so perfect, so healthy, so big! He’s a whopping 7 lbs, 6 1/2 oz. and 20 inches long! Triple Wow!
After he eats a little, the Nursery Nurse tells me I can take him to see his Mama in her room, so off I go down the hallways pushing my Grandson in “the tub” which is loaded with diapers and bottles. I am in heaven or at least I thought I was…I enter the recovery room and Lizzie is writhing in pain and she is sick. Uh-oh, Recovery Nurse to the rescue with Pain Meds (hospital jargon again). and the rest of the day was pretty much like that, Nurses giving Lizzie more pain meds and me being Granny Goose. Joshua, Thomas and PeePaw (that would be Tommy) came in the see, hold and admire the baby and see Lizzie. She did not feel like visiting much and that is understandable, it’s not easy to survive brain surgery, pneumonia, staph infection, paralysis, stroke systems and feel chatty. She is doing phenomenal and she will always be my Hero.
That newborn child has stolen my heart with just a little cooing, Thomas says he squeaks, but whatever it is, it is the sweetest music to my ears. I did leave the hospital around 8 p.m. and our lucky little miracle baby went back to the Nursery. I probably won’t be able to sleep a wink, but I need to go home and gather up some teddy bears as the hospital photo is Thursday at 4 pm and we are going to do the “nekkid baby photo”, those are so powerful, yet simple.
So guys and gals, Meet my little Grandson, Christian Pearl Turner!




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