It was 11:17 am on June 4th and Kaden had made his grand entrance into the world 12 weeks and 2 days early. He was born at 27 weeks 5 days gestation, weighing in at 2 lbs 15.3 oz and 14 inches long. He was the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on. He was so incredibly tiny too. Although, that was not too easy for me to recognize until a few days later. At this point, I was still undergoing the C-section. And Kaden had an entire team caring for him. He was in the same room as us, but we were unable to see him or hear him. They came over a little after he was born and told us that he was here, alive and doing okay. They explained that they had to intubate him (but a breathing tube down his throat) Because they were having to breathe for him after birth. They then took him away (to another room I’m assuming) to stabilize him for his transport. At this point, my spinal had begun to wear off, I could feel a tonnn of pressure and literally see people like putting their entire body weight into pushing on my body. I then began to feel nauseous and slightly panic. I remember asking what felt like a million times ” when are they going to be done, what are they doing!?” And then I suddenly felt the urge to throw up. I repeated a number of time “I’m going to puke, I’m going to puke” and my arms were strapped, I was numb from the chest down and could only move my head side to side. So at this moment I had two choices, puke on M or puke on the equipment. Finally the anesthesiologist heard M when he said “she said she is going to puke” and he then shoves a green round bag next to my head just in time for me to puke. I however, did not make it in the bag. M then cleaned me up and I think I had fallen asleep for a few minutes. When I woke up, we were done and I was being taken into a recovery room.