Simon, March 18th, 1am

Leeloo waiting for SimonOn March 18th, Simon is born, our first son, Alice’s little brother. We were a bit worried by the gestational diabetes of Leeloo leading to an increased risk of weight for the baby. Moreover, just a few days before, Leeloo caught a bad cold and had real difficulties breathing, she was really unsure she could bear a delivery in her condition.

Tuesday, March 18th, 1am

– I have contractions.
I have a great deal of difficulties waking up when Leeloo was talking to me… I wait for a moment, then say:
– On a regular basis?
– I am going to count them.
At least I can sleep a little more…

Tuesday, March 18th, 2am

– They are 10 minutes apart.

Well… We are waiting for our little Simon to come very impatiently, because we are afraid that he could be too fat because of the diabetes, but frankly, with Leeloo’s bad cold, Simon should have decided to come either a bit earlier, or a bit later…

I start to count in my head all the things that need to be done before going to the hospital. The most disturbing thing: waking up our neighbor so that she can take care of Alice. She gently proposed to help us in case of emergency last week-end, accepting to babysit Alice a few hours, the time for Leeloo’s grandmother to come and get Alice. But at 2am, this is unpleasant to wake her up… I decide to first send her a SMS, maybe that will wake her up a bit gentler than ringing at her door, and let her the chance to prepare herself a little bit.

Meantime, I start preparing my stuff. Mums usually have their maternity bags set for the last couple weeks, but dads generally overlook completely that step and have to rush to find tehe stuff they will need to subsist in the next 24 hours or more in a hostile, no, hospital, environment.

Camera, coat, sling, something to eat, something to read, because Leeloo is really ill, she is likely to ask for an epidural, and as a consequence it may be pretty long and boring for me… I also need to prepare the Alice’s bag, because once at the neighbor’s, she will need to eat, drink, be changed, and more…

3am, without any answer to my SMS, I decide to go and ring at our neighbor’s. She is there, this is a relief. As a consequence, I go back to wake Alice and bring her to her care…

Leeloo is getting impatient, so I quickly finish and prepare a few more stuffs and we leave our residence at 3:40am and we arrive at the hospital in Orsay at 4am, the same time we arrived for the birth of Alice, nearly 15 months before…

Tuesday, March 18th, 4am

Leeloo at the maternity for SimonArriving at the maternity to deliver seems to be always the same, after some generic questions to be sure this is really the day, the midwives lead Leeloo into a small room to perform a first diagnostic with a ‘monitor’, a sensor installed on Leeloo’s belly to monitor the baby’s heartbeat and the frequency and intensity of the contractions.

Once the monitoring is finished, a midwife checks Leeloo’s cervix. Conclusion, the delivery has started, she is opened at 4cm.

The midwife asks Leeloo if she wants an epidural, and Leeloo immediately asks for it, because she is very tired and her cold prevents her from breathing normally. Then the midwife leads us directly into the delivery room and starts to plug Leeloo from everywhere: pulse, blood pressure, drip, oxygenation rate…

Leeloo is pretty sad, she was really not envisioning her second delivery like that, in those conditions. Tired, ill, with gestational diabetes and some risks on the baby size, she feels really miserable…

A midwife comes to take Leeloo’s temperature, 100 ⁰F (37.0 ⁰C), the midwife hesitates, goes out and comes back with an anal thermometer, to be sure. 101 ⁰F (38.3 ⁰C), this is worse, says the midwife…
– Unfortunately, Madam, you cannot have an epidural, this cannot be done with fever.

Leeloo’s face decomposes, she really does not think she could do it with epidural in her condition…

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