My wife also had a high tolerance for physical pain, but after 15 hours of labor and still only partially dilated, her vitals started heading south and the doctor called it... He let me stay by her during the resultant C-section, and I'll never forget seeing him pull our 11.5 lb "little man" up and out (and he was smart/skilled enough to…
My wife also had a high tolerance for physical pain, but after 15 hours of labor and still only partially dilated, her vitals started heading south and the doctor called it... He let me stay by her during the resultant C-section, and I'll never forget seeing him pull our 11.5 lb "little man" up and out (and he was smart/skilled enough to open her up horizontally to minimize muscle damage, rather than vertically as her mother had been when she delivered).
But I'd never seen her so utterly spent, and she was a strong and very stubborn woman. I knew her well enough by then to recognize that, on some fundamental level, she'd truly had it and just didn't didn't care anymore; stay or go; come back or leave it all behind...
I knew they were concerned - the tell was having the anesthesiologist stop by every 5-10 mins to make sure everything was ok - and this went on for awhile, plus they'd whisked away our son almost immediately...
So I did what any loving husband would do, I'd prayed to Jesus like I'd never done before "Please Lord, Thy will be done, but Please let her live, and I promise to never do this again!" (Of course I meant getting her pregnant, I'm not that... well, I don't need to spell it out, do I?)
Needless to say, she lived, and yes, considered having another one, but I reminded her of my solemn promise and well time took care of the rest...
We used to think he'd set a record at the hospital, but one of the nurses blandly mentioned that they'd already delivered a 12 lb baby in the past, and had heard of even larger ones elsewhere :-o
My wife also had a high tolerance for physical pain, but after 15 hours of labor and still only partially dilated, her vitals started heading south and the doctor called it... He let me stay by her during the resultant C-section, and I'll never forget seeing him pull our 11.5 lb "little man" up and out (and he was smart/skilled enough to open her up horizontally to minimize muscle damage, rather than vertically as her mother had been when she delivered).
But I'd never seen her so utterly spent, and she was a strong and very stubborn woman. I knew her well enough by then to recognize that, on some fundamental level, she'd truly had it and just didn't didn't care anymore; stay or go; come back or leave it all behind...
I knew they were concerned - the tell was having the anesthesiologist stop by every 5-10 mins to make sure everything was ok - and this went on for awhile, plus they'd whisked away our son almost immediately...
So I did what any loving husband would do, I'd prayed to Jesus like I'd never done before "Please Lord, Thy will be done, but Please let her live, and I promise to never do this again!" (Of course I meant getting her pregnant, I'm not that... well, I don't need to spell it out, do I?)
Needless to say, she lived, and yes, considered having another one, but I reminded her of my solemn promise and well time took care of the rest...
We used to think he'd set a record at the hospital, but one of the nurses blandly mentioned that they'd already delivered a 12 lb baby in the past, and had heard of even larger ones elsewhere :-o