It is a strange feeling to wake up and know that in a matter of hours, you will be a dad. On Monday, we arrived at the hospital at 6:00 to check in for a scheduled c-section. We had found out a few weeks before that Emery was breech. At 7:25 Amy was taken into the operating room while I told that they would be back to get me shortly. I expected a wait of no longer than 5 minutes...15 minutes later I was still pacing. I thought that I might have been forgotten. Finally, around 7:52, I was taken back to be with Amy for the delivery. Little did I know I would be brought in looking at her feet and her opened abdomen... I thought I would be brought right up to her head area. I had viewed a little more than I had intended to. When I reached Amy, I must have looked a little queasy, because she offered me her oxygen. It wasn't so much the sight of Amy cut open that had me flustered, but the fact that I was about to meet my daughter. At 7:59, I was allowed to peak over the partition, and saw Emery being pulled out, bottom up. The next thing I know, they had brought her to the warming table to be cleaned and measured. She weighed in at 6 lbs., 1 oz. and, at the time, measured only 16 inches. It was hard to get a good read because each time they tried to get her legs to lay straight for measuring, they would pop straight into the air, on account of her being breech. My thoughts were, "Wow! She is beautiful. I need my camera."
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