Blog Post #8

Title: An interview with Andrea Ottaviano (Mom) Giving birth to her first child 

The 5 Ws: Who, what, when, where, why 

Notes… 

  • It began on a Friday morning of a November 5th20 years ago, today 
  • Dad went off to work 
  • Night before having a lot of back pain, Dad was rubbing her back 
  • Dad drove to work today, and he was planning on stopping the GBSCC annual sports convention 
  • Later on, that morning, my mom had the “bloody show” which is what they call it 
  • My mom thought she was having contractions 
  • She called the doctor, Dr. Zuckerman 
  • They said she should come in 
  • My mom called my dad at 10 am 
  • My dad said, “Do you think this is it”? 
  • My mom made sure her bag was packed and ready to go 
  • She took a shower, put makeup on, got her hair all good and ready to go 
  • My mom is looking at the clock waiting for my dad. A couple of hours went by, my mom was thinking that it was getting late, and they were going to hit rush hour traffic if she didn’t leave 
  • My mom called my dad at work and he wasn’t answering 
  • My mom thought to herself that she might have to drive herself and her contractions were getting closer 
  • She put her suitcase in the car, and then my Dad finally shows up at 4 o’clock 
  • My mom said, “where were you!!” 
  • Sadly, they hit rush hour traffic 
  • My mom had such bad back contractions while she was in the car 
  • They get to the hospital; they checked her to see how many centimeters she was dilated 
  • They brought her into the labor room 
  • Then Dr. Berry comes in 
  • Dad was hovering in the corner 
  • My mom had her blood pressure taken and it was very high (called Pre-eclampsia) 
  • That set the hospital in a whirlwind!! Some people can stroke out because of Pre-eclampsia 
  • They put her on the appropriate meds 
  • Dad was sitting in the corner, didn’t know what to do 
  • Dr. Berry looked over at my Dad and said, “Stop being a piece of furniture and c’mon over here!” 
  • The doctors come in and they put the epidural in 
  • About an hour later the epidural didn’t work anymore 
  • My mom said the pain was excruciating 
  • My mom says that she wants the epidural to be put back in 
  • The nurse tells her that she can’t because she was 8 centimeters dilated, you are too close to labor/birth (10 centimeters) 
  • My mom looks over at the nurse and says, “If you don’t get that anesthesiologists, I am calling the head of anesthesia, Doctor Wurm”. 
  • Now the anesthesiologist comes back in and she puts the epidural back in, now my mom was feeling great 
  • Now it was time to push 
  • My mom gives a few big pushes 
  • And there is my sisters head 
  • My dad is looking down there and says, “Oh my god it’s her head, and its purple!” 
  • Then my dad says, “Ang you’re going to want to see this!” 
  • My dad brings a full-length mirror over and all they saw was a big purple hairy ball 
  • All my mom could think of was what it felt like, she said it felt like a watermelon was coming out of her 
  • Then the doctor comes in and says it’s time to really push and time to deliver the baby 
  • Pushing and pushing and pushing and boom, my sister is out and all they could hear was crying 
  • The nurses said, “Oh she looks great!” And they cleaned her up and said she has ten fingers and ten toes 
  • They wrapped her up in the baby blanket and handed her to my mom 
  • “It was the most amazing thing in the world, to have so much love for one little bundle” my mom said 
  • “There’s nothing like it, it’s just amazing” 
  • The nurse said, “your daughter was born on November 6 at 12:01 am” 
  • Then my dad had a few words with the nurse 
  • My dad said “That’s wrong, I have a runners watch, so no she was not born on the 6, she was born on November 5 at 11:59” 
  • And the Nurse says “we will split the difference and compromise. She was born at midnight on November 6” 
  • “Cause I’m in charge here” the nurse said 

It was the most memorable experience ever and the most wanted experience and gift that my mom and dad were given. 

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