A Family At Last
On Monday, November 14, 2005, at 11:31pm, Lilah Miranda Zweig was born.
After 20 hours of back-wrenching labor, a good epidural, and some decent doses of pain medication, it was deemed that since she was just turned the wrong way ("sunny side up" as our petite OB-GYN called it - can't recommend her enough...and such fashion sense!), and was never gonna budge. So it was actually with a bit of relief that my wife accepted the c-section.
So before I knew it, Denise was wisked off to be prepped for operation, and I was fitted for scrubs. Mom and Dad Zweig (now Nana and Zayde - yiddish ya know...they're from the old country of Boyle Heights and Brooklyn) were there, and i stepped out into the hallway awaiting the green light for the c-section. I stood there in my blue hospital garb, doing my best to look like i knew what I was doing, with two cameras in my hands, when my pops looked at me and said "So that's what it woulda looked like if you went to med school."
Never a dull moment.
And just like that, I'm in the delivery room, staring at my wife's head and arms (the rest is behind a curtain, with a middle-aged man, a petite brooklynite italian chick, a nice african american chap, and a nordic woman leaning over a HUGE belly). All I could do was get the camcorder rolling and take some snaps.
And then, out of nowhere, I hear "Okaay...you two ready to be mommy and daddy?"
And there she was.
Wet. Slimy. Multi-colored. And a bit unhappy.
I fell in love instantly.
I cut the cord, stared at the squirming mess, and kept the cameras rolling. My baby...my baby...was there before me. They cleaned her up, wrapped her tight, and brought her to the only other person on this planet who could make me do the most ridiculous things with the bat of an eye...my sunshine.
It was love at first sight.
After 20 hours of back-wrenching labor, a good epidural, and some decent doses of pain medication, it was deemed that since she was just turned the wrong way ("sunny side up" as our petite OB-GYN called it - can't recommend her enough...and such fashion sense!), and was never gonna budge. So it was actually with a bit of relief that my wife accepted the c-section.
So before I knew it, Denise was wisked off to be prepped for operation, and I was fitted for scrubs. Mom and Dad Zweig (now Nana and Zayde - yiddish ya know...they're from the old country of Boyle Heights and Brooklyn) were there, and i stepped out into the hallway awaiting the green light for the c-section. I stood there in my blue hospital garb, doing my best to look like i knew what I was doing, with two cameras in my hands, when my pops looked at me and said "So that's what it woulda looked like if you went to med school."
Never a dull moment.
And just like that, I'm in the delivery room, staring at my wife's head and arms (the rest is behind a curtain, with a middle-aged man, a petite brooklynite italian chick, a nice african american chap, and a nordic woman leaning over a HUGE belly). All I could do was get the camcorder rolling and take some snaps.
And then, out of nowhere, I hear "Okaay...you two ready to be mommy and daddy?"
And there she was.
Wet. Slimy. Multi-colored. And a bit unhappy.
I fell in love instantly.
I cut the cord, stared at the squirming mess, and kept the cameras rolling. My baby...my baby...was there before me. They cleaned her up, wrapped her tight, and brought her to the only other person on this planet who could make me do the most ridiculous things with the bat of an eye...my sunshine.
It was love at first sight.
posted by David Zweig at 1:22 AM
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