We started early, at 5:30 am we wake up to our trip to the Roosevelt Hospital. Nani was induced with a chemical (?) around 8:30 am and at the beginning the contractions were not a big deal.So she said "if this is the level of pain, I can handle it without epidural, no big deal". So he thought, while the nurse walked away between chuckles and a look to her of "poor naive."
At 11 am the contractions kicked hard and Nani went "Epidural!!!!" The blessed chemical came and from then on it was a pleasure, no pain anymore (lets nominate the guy who invented Epidural to the Nobel.)
The rest of the day and night were actually boring. Nothing do to, except sleep, watch the History Channel, try to write a bit...
Then, at 12 it started, Nani "I need to push". Running to the nurse "Hey girl, my wife needs to push, baby's coming!"
The nurse and doctor were great, but way greater was Nani.
The pushing part started at 12:05 and at 12:23 am... tata! Valentin was born! Crying loudly as saying "who the hell authorized any of you to took me away from my nice suite?!"
I'm not going to lie, a tear jumped from my eye as soon as I saw that beautiful living been over Nani's chest, still covered in blood, all sticky, but reaaaly beautiful.
Now, I'm a father, and just a few minutes ago, I wrote my first lines in this laptop while Valentin was over my chest, staring at me with his green eyes.
I'm happy.
CUT TO
