Birthday Baby

As fate would have it, I was assigned to be on Labor and Delivery the week of my birthday. And as my pure and undeniable bad luck dictated, I was working L&D nights.

Well, trying to be positive, the good news is I had the opportunity before me to deliver my very own birthday baby. And just to keep it real special, my resident was no other than my very own sister, Dr. Can-O'-Whoop-Ass.

I would like to believe this baby knew the gravity of the task at hand. It had pretty big shoes to fill to share my birthday (my silver annivesary of birth, if you will). So, instead of coming into this world the regular old, fairly undramatic way of through the birth canal head first, at about 1am this baby decided to send it's umbilical cord as a scouting party. This condition (called cord prolapse) is an emergency. So with Dr. COWA on the OR table underneath the drapes desperately trying to hold the umbilical cord in the uterus to prevent the baby from essentially suffocating itself, I scrubbed in to help cut the baby out in a STAT C-section (skin cut to deliver time less than 90 seconds).

So, it was dramatic, maybe a little over the top. But, I have to admit, Birthday Baby, you did me proud. I like your moves. I like your style.