IT’S A GIRL
By Led Black
The view from the labor and delivery room at the Columbia Presbyterian Hospital on 165th and Broadway is quite expansive. Directly in front of the hospital is the former Audubon Ballroom where the late great Malcolm X was slain. Yankee stadium, slightly south, looks like it’s only a few blocks away. You could see most of the Heights in all its glory from here. In the distance, I spotted planes coming in for a landing in either LaGuardia or JFK. Since this is the brand spanking new children’s hospital, the room itself is off the hook. Flat screen TV, hard wood floors and the latest in technology, damn I could live here.
Being that this is our third child you would think that this whole procedure would be routine but the exact opposite is true. My wife and I were both somewhat scared and prayed for everything to go according to plan. We actually went to the hospital as a precautionary step because my wife hadn’t felt the baby move in a while. By the time we were in the car on the way there, the baby started moving like she was crumping. This baby wanted to come out and nothing was going to stop her.
My wife’s doctor ended up admitting her because she was already 4 centimeters dilated. Right off the bat we had a terrible scare, after the anesthesiologist applied the epidural, my wife’s blood pressure dropped precipitously, making her feel instantly woozy and nauseous. Within seconds, wifey turned Michael Jackson pale and her lips became almost white like the Dave Chappelle crackhead character, Tyrone Biggums. After some medication, her color returned and she started to feel better.
I am not even going to front – I was a nervous wreck, I don’t know what I would do without my mother-in-law, who has been in the delivery room with me for all 3 of the pregnancies. This might sound anti-climactic but within a few hours and very little pulling and exertion on my wife’s part, Soraya Fuentes was born, coming in at a whopping 7 pounds 11 ounces. Soraya, like my other 2 daughters, looks just like her daddy. She has my lips and my weird finger like toes. Every time I have been blessed to go through a birth, I have come away from the experience more appreciative of my wife, my mom, women in general and ultimately God. To me, the miracle of life only further validates God’s greatness.