Posted on February 13, 2012 by Nefertari Williams
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……….. During one of my daily visits from the crews of doctors that wanted to examine “The sickest woman in the hospital” I looked to my right to see a 5 foot petite beautiful blonde storm in as if she had been attempting to reach my room for days and announce that she is not loosing me nor this baby..not on her watch. She introduced herself as Dr. Mikel Elovitv, the Director of Maternal Fetal Medicine (I believe) and she came close to my face. I paused and looked up with tears in my eyes and said. ” I don’t know where you came from or who you are..but I know because you are here….everything is going to be alright”. She caressed my face and ordered everyone out of my room – making demands for accommodations for her to be at the hospital until the baby was delivered.
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The week moved along under extreme precaution. I received several visitors and my husband sat by my side. I had the worlds BEST nurses; I received hugs, kisses and encouragement daily. It was Saturday June 14th and it just so happened to be my mother’s birthday – who suffered a massive stroke 4 years prior, and was unable to be there with me due to her own disability. My co-workers were visiting and I felt a cramping at the bottom of my belly. Although my colleagues were working over time to bring a smile to my face, by telling inappropriate jokes…they could see that I was in pain and informed my nurse. The next thing I knew I was surrounded by at least 15 doctors and nurses. I was placed in a glass room with collapsible walls for just this reason a quick and easy trip to the operating room. When I opened my eyes I saw those same blue eyes staring at me. Her hair was in a pony tail and she had on a sweat shirt and jeans and I was able to smile as I touched her sloppy ponytail. She said..yes I have been sleeping here waiting for this moment and I knew it was going to be today. (I had told her it was my mother’s birthday) we arrived in the operating room and they set me up. No baby had ever been delivered vaginally in an operating room at that hospital and we were praying that my circumstance would be the first.
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As I laid there – I was being pumped with blood and IV’s in almost every part of my arm. I was instructed not to push. At that point I was 10 centimeters dilated (the point when the baby should descend) and nothing was happening. Because I had been given so much blood my heart began to shut down and my lungs filled up with fluid. It felt like when you are swimming and you accidentally get water in your nose. I was drowning in my own fluids. Not under Dr. Elovitz watch! She yelled something, and the next thing I knew I was breathing again, and she asked what kind of music I liked. I said Jazz, but I also love club music. She said club music it is, and she ordered the staff (of maybe 30 people) to play club music and she yelled Neffie…you promised me a baby. I was told at that moment I said to her…you got it and I bared down and she vacuumed out a beautiful baby girl. She ordered the anesthesiologist to give me something for the pain, but she made me open my eyes to identify my baby. She brought her close to my face and whispered….you did it. I, barely alive and in a weak voice, said…we did it.
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To Be Continued……….




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February 14th, 2012 at 19:02
Judy Casselberry: Simply BEAUTIFUL! Can’t wait for part three although I’ve read the story before. This guy has done a great job. You know I love the shoes!!