What happens when "Normal" becomes an abstract concept?
My pregnacy was normal. My labor and delivery was normal. The existance of normalcy in no way guarantees a normal existance. I ate as best I could, I exercised for as long as I could, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs, I rested, I only had two glasses of wine in the whole nine months - yet somehow, somewhere, something went wrong.
Connor Trey Sands Irwin was born at 4:20pm on June 14th, 2004, he was 6lbs 6oz and 18 1/2 long. He was layed on my tummy after he was born, then cleaned up and wrapped for his father to hold. He was crying but they didn't feel he was crying as vigorously as he should. My other two sons slept shortly after they were born so I wasn't concerned. His one minute APGAR was 7, his 5 minute was up to 9. *an APGAR rates the color, breathing and general wellbeing of a newborn, 10 being the best* So I wasn't concerned. He was taken to the transition nursery just to be watched, his father was going to go up with him to watch them do the footprints and everything else. So I wasn't...something started not to feel right. There is a moment, and most mothers and many fathers can attest to this, when you get a "feeling". You can't put your finger on it, but you just know.Within less then an hour Connor was having a seizure and wasn't breathing. What went wrong? |
