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October 21, 2009:

Written by Alfredo

... having lost my father at the age of 4 years has always made me think, since as a child, the time that I could finally give all that affection and fatherly love that were not from my father to my son / daughter and what has always made me very excited ...
Also, many people have always said that the birth of a child is unique and remains indelibly in my heart. Already know
arrival of a son, after three years you hope to arrive, excited me greatly, but the "storm" of emotions that I had on October 21 is something indescribable ... after two courses prepartum and seen many movies now believed to be "prepared", but to hear from your wife during the night while you sleep that perhaps "we", that got me my heart beat a thousand.
I have been for at least half an hour with indescribable tension, with tremors attacks like I'm in short sleeves in winter at the north pole ... but I was under a warm duvet to make you sweat ....
The first thing I thought was: "wow! If I continue to be in this state do not get there in the delivery room to support Elena ...." and instead passed that half hour my heart slowly began to calm down and returned a "rational" ... I could not "lose" because these magic moments were moments of tension ... too important: it was the birth of our son!
I'm surprised, within hours, the strange quiet that I had, even if sometimes at the thought that I probably would have seen Luke and finally start that my dream had finally had a child to be able, at some point in my life, give all that affection which I have no father to remember, I grew moist eyes ... maybe that's what made me be so quiet: it was making ... Elena
heartened me and tells me that it is true that the contractions, but did not seem such as to suggest that the time has come, but by noon since no person choose to go to the hospital ... of course I drive and Elena gets behind for more space ... every now and then peeped out from the mirror to see what it does and how it is ... I see that it is practically hugged the rear seat headrests and look back with astonishment to the drivers of cars that followed us to see this woman with his eyes looking toward their suffering!

enter directly into the delivery room was quite "traumatic", even though we had already seen and so it was quite "family" because we did not expect to "burn" so quickly ... even if the stages the end we have not "burned out" anything for how long we have been "locked up" in that room.
But the hours passed and there redevamo account ... between contract and the other was looking in all the ways to support Elena both morally and physically, giving them food when they asked me and / or support her in my arms when needed to hold on to something ... in the various classes during prepartum we were always told us that dad had to pretend even if we were worried, so as not to show our concern for his wife ... I do not know, but I have never bothered me during all those hours, except once at the end that Helen had no more strength to push as hard as it should, and Luke was now in a position that even with a C-section would not be possible to get it out there ... I asked myself: "How are they going to get it out if Elena can not do it ?"... perhaps it was a stupid question, but I'm worried ... if I did not know Elena to see, I guess not ....
The hours pass and I see Elena more and more tired ... I'm there next to her with a piece of gauze to wipe the sweat and admiration as "bear" the pain and fatigue ... the thing that reassured me in those difficult times was the monitoring of the heart of Luke every 15 min. about the midwife listening with a kind of eco laptop ... even in the toughest beats were always great ... but the midwife was amazed ... they were regular and it seemed that Luke did not suffer much even with the head now that it was there that we could see the hair ...
By now Luke was there, I saw my hair out and almost every one could see him push forward with the hair pretty much out, but when Elena spring for the fatigue came back here is that the head of that inch back into ...
They are 21.30 and after several times this situation almost out and in again, here comes the gynecologist "cabinet", with two shoulders as big as a longshoreman Elena ... soon as he sees looks at me and says, " no no ... I do not want this !!!", but "the closet" wash their hands and wearing shirts saying: "... OK ... now we do leave us!", sits in front Elena, who was sitting in the classic position from "gynecologist" position among other problematic enough to give birth, and says: "... come on ... take a good drive that I'll bring it out here!" I I open a thousand eyes, although there were also well 4 / 5 people all around Helena, but "pushed" to all the rest next to Helen on her right, and check that they do not make any intervention "strange" ... Elena at this point probably afraid of what they could do it, begins to cry with all the breath he had.
I understand that perhaps the fear of an episiotomy had brought out all the little strength that remained, and seeing if this drive was giving its results ... you ... .... I was giving them to the gynecologist puts her hands to broaden a little bit more and helps to prevent hang-head Luke ... I see the head coming out ... more and more ... Elena continues to push, this time does not stop ... I think "But where did all these forces before they could push more than a few seconds I hear ?"... Elena cries out:" Burn, burn, burn !"... is the "signal" that told us the 'midwife' when it burns is because the head is coming out ..."... continue to go out and see this pile of hair shaped like a cylinder that stretched out more and more ... here comes the front of the ... eyebrows ... the nose passing Elena ... you did it!! Luke is out now! Look at that nose and that
head oblong shaped watermelon with eyes moist with emotion and cry of Elena "is out! has passed the highest point! came out!" and I feel that the midwife says, stop now ... breathe ... ...."... Elena rest stops and midwives make a joke: "Look how much hair.! has whiskers like his father "... another which says:" Look what a beautiful pink skin ... as if he had not done anything ..."... I listen, but I do not care .. .'m looking at the cartridge that is out there for half and with closed eyes and say: "Luke ... breathe breathe breathe again .... why do not you ?"... then Elena arrives and pushes yet another contraction Angela ... the midwife who followed us for all those long hours that comes up and helps Luke to come out to gently grasp the head and neck floschhhh e. ..... ... like an eel out here that are completely ... 21:43 ... Luke was born. .. our son was born!
The first thing I thought was, "... but how could she be in the belly so big?" actually saw him come out in full, we realize that is large enough that it's a mystery how he could be there, but it distracts me now telling me that Angela should immediately cut the cord because she had seen the amniotic fluid was colored and a little better Luca him for a visit soon .... I agree ... but my attention was on Luke did not cry ... again ... then suddenly there he is does a little cough screaming and crying with all the breath ... I had wrapped in a green sheet and took him away ... I turn to Helen, I see that he is well and tell her that I'm behind you Luke ... I nods of agreement and I run into the next room crying: "I do not wash .. not washed !!!"... look at me all bewildered and ask me why, but that still does not explain your breasts and make me a nod that they agree ...
After the visit, put the drops in the eye and made the shot, the doctor tells me that I can bring Luke from the mother and gives me that little bundle in his arms with lightweight half-closed eyes, still stained amniotic fluid and some blood clot the hair, with a unique smell and eyes narrowed sticking by its cover, I take it and I went toward the delivery room .... the ten feet separating the hall from the delivery room visits were unique moments for me ... I watched that little bundle in my arms so tenderly and I thought about how I wish that my father was there at that time to know ... maybe Luke will have "heard" my emotion and opened his eyes looking at me with a look of tenderness as only children can have ... I made the strongest security and warmth for him and we looked for all the ten meters to the delivery room, when for the first time he saw Helen, I laid down on his chest and he was raised with the head and has been for a few seconds to secure both as if to say "you are my mom and my dad ?".... for the first time we were all three together ... we were embraced for the first time a family ....

After these unique and unrepeatable moment but I want to make sure the placenta is completely out and do a whole and look at the foot of the bed where Angela and I was sure the show: this album was perfect ... a red-brown gelatinous fed for 9 months ... our Luca "very well" and I think back to embrace Elena and Luca ....

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emotions of a father ... the next day ...

Written by Alfredo

... obviously can not be there that day after day ... after shower taken the night before, the morning I sling the hospital because I was looking forward to seeing Elena and, of course, Luke ... I got that are still in the delivery room, but Luca had led to do the routine visit and we I remain a little evil ... sin.
I'm going to attend to in the meantime, all practices "bureaucratic" Come up, come down, bring it there and that guy ... back in the room and I can not find Elena and I am told that a room was free and had already been moved .. . run to check the room and found both in the room finally 10 ... of course I brought my camera and I made some shots that day ... here he "tries" to eat ...


and here seems to cry, but in reality is nothing but a big yawn:


... here another picture of that day:

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October 21, 2009: the day that changed his life

Written by Elena
The day of the 21 was really long, but so intense and overwhelming that, overall, has flown in a while for me and Alfredo. After pregnancy you are looking for more than two years and spent day after day in happy expectation, it all happened in less than 24 hours without giving prior notice, not even giving us time to realize that finally our Luke was ready and had decided to come to know.

Last night at dinner I told Alfredo that I had completed all the chores at home that I wanted to do and everything was ready for the arrival of Luke, was just wait and hope that you decide yourself.
at 1, 30 of the first night I wake up in pain but I try to leave Alfredo sleep and relax because I thought they were passengers, also tried to go to the toilet to pee, fearing that the bladder is driving away, but the pain continues intermittent . Alfredo you notice that breathing in a strange way and asks me what's there. I tell him that I contractions half asleep and he is seized with a sudden moment of panic at the news late at night, but then flashes back to sleep when not to shake his hand during contraction.
The night passes and gets morning we have breakfast, I could walk in and not just end up eating the bad and begin to understand that after following two courses prepartum, the emotion when it comes time makes you lose your right! Even my mom gets home to say hello and see me walk home in his underwear wrapped in the blanket. Every time I lean to the cabinet in silence and then resume talking.
Among several telephone calls to empty my gynecologist, hospital midwife finally answer me and advise me to take a hot shower and see how it goes. So I find that there are losses in the strip of mucus and blood will cap ??!?! Alf back in the living room and told my mother: "Helen has lost the cap!" And my mom does not understand what I am and you plug a laugh!
The shower was nice, but they approached the contractions (every 6 minutes) and 40 minutes drive from having to prepare and make up my mind I decided to go.

arrived at the hospital (I hung the headrest of the seat back) and we got into the obstetrics department. There, the contractions were down and I fear it was wrong to want to go. I still stick to the path, luckily midwives are well aware that changing environment, the contractions may stop and then resume. In the room there is another girl scocciatissima, reading a newspaper as if it were the comber. But I have taken my contractions and I could stand up against the wall, even I could climb with the nails! The roadmap has to be fairly regular peaks and looking 80-90-100 I wonder if all goes well as a path. Following
pelvic examination, a bit 'dolorosetta, in which I am afraid that the doctor wants me to break the amniotic sac, but it tells me I am 3 cm dilated I admitted.
There I had a moment of fear and I thought, "Wow I've never been hospitalized in my life! So we really? Do not send me home. " Unfortunately there are no rooms and stay in the hallway to hang on the wall with each contraction! A gentleman came to visit me look, and smiles at me at times I sent him to hell! in the meantime send Alf to take to eat since the half, so I started eating a sandwich in the middle of a corridor between contractions, until a nurse told me that the delivery room is free and we can accommodate. The delivery room?!?! indeed!

In the delivery room I got my second moment of panic seeing the bed, I felt their backs to the wall, thinking, although Alfred was always with me, "now it's just me giving birth, it is my turn and did not can go back! "
The midwife who accompanies me to all the party's name was Angela, and is a sweet girl younger than me all afternoon until evening comforts me and makes the time of contraction to push.
I was a lot of time on all fours leaning on the bottom of the bed, Angela heard the little heart beating Luke well and visit me every two hours to see how to proceed. I empty the bladder with the catheter because it alone can not do it.
reach 7 cm, and try other positions: standing up leaning against the headboard of the bed, sitting on the ball and on the chair with Norwegian Alfredo that I acted as "back", while occasionally popping gynecologists and other doctors who checked how to proceed. Then a doctor comes and convinces me to break the sack to get more head while Luke and I fear I agree with: I feel the hot stream coming down Alf and reassures me that is clear.

The hours pass into the delivery room with background radio RDS and Alf from a contraction and the other asked me if I want to eat, drink, take the Bach flower remedies or homeopathic granules and I alternate my choices between a croissant and a juice fruit. In fact I was lucky because the contractions were never so close, leaving me time to breathe and talk.
As the evening comes I make myself more tired and sore and also I have no urge to push despite having heard the head right there in between my legs, I do it when it comes to contract because it reduces the pain and I feel that Luke falls a bit 'but I have an impulse as I have so Sometimes bed.

I begin to be very tired from screaming and I ask nothing but make me a dose of painkiller, but now say they will not need more, I just push out Luke, but I have more strength and every time comes the contraction, Angela encourages me but I give up after a little push.
At this point involved the gynecologists that having made the past 21, they think it is time to prepare and cut short a bit 'of tools. I worry and I say that I do not want an episiotomy nor the cup! But I'm too tired to speak or understand what I want, but Alf watches over everything like a hawk ... I do however
anesthesia preparatory episiotomy (which anyway I do not do) and then I gives some 'of support intravenous oxytocin, which frankly I did not notice!

comes the gynecologist who looks like a German policeman and says that now we do go out and I'm happy to help me. So, lying on the couch (where I did not want to give birth because I could not pull the handles but push) just helps me get the contraction widening and partly manually grab the head of Luke accompagnadola half out. I felt a stinging and I yelled with all the breath I had! and finally head out for half off and I hear the voice that tells me that Alfredo is made, Luca is out, missing a last push! The midwife sees
head full of hair and tells me she has also whiskers as a father and everyone laughs! I feel that it's almost over, soothe me and wait with the next contraction I feel that shelling out all the hot little body and liquid are ... 21:43 ... Luke is born!

I do not remember hearing him cry, they are quiet which is good because Alfredo follows him, bring him to clean while I concentrate on the second after just coming out and also the placenta. The midwife makes us see and is perfect, thank you because it has protected and nurtured our little good!
Alfredo, who had followed Luke gives me the dirt on him a while to finally let me see your breasts ...



then an annoying internal cleaning, mending of four points (two practitioners who need to learn to sew!), A pinprick to contract the uterus and a good disinfectant wash and I'm ready for the arrival of Luke in my arms clean and measured, after saying goodbye to the grandparents who have to suffer all day outside the delivery room!

Here is when Alfred the "show", still dirty, the grandparents before finally bring it to wash and then back to me ...


make me get up, change and take us to the labor room to enjoy a little 'intimacy of the three of us (and I take some refreshment to the advancement of toast for lunch and other little things that I had kept): 21 the day finally comes to an end and we're a family! Worldwide
focus for me in that hospital room in that bed, in that embrace, in that warm little bundle: our Luke has arrived and all the work done goes!
pity that Alf could not stay with us and in torrential rain without an umbrella and he's had to go home after midnight and taken completely drenched by the rain on the way to the car ...