My c-section was scheduled for Oct 19th. I was instructed to call Labor and delivery no later than 4:30am and to have stopped eating and drinking by midnight the night before. I set my alarm for 3, got up and took a shower and got ready. Yes I did my hair and makeup completely. No reason I couldn't look good during surgery! I then crept into Gianna's room, picked her up outta her crib and rocked her while bawling my eyes out. I prayed that she would adapt to the addition of her baby brother, I prayed that nothing would happen to me, I prayed for a safe and healthy delivery of baby boy and most of all I just soaked up every last moment with Gianna for this was the last day she would be my only child.
I then called L&D expecting to be informed to go in. Due to an emergency my c-section would start around 9:30 so I was instructed to go in by 7:30. So off I went to bed for another hour, then the hubs and I got up, packed up my bags and were out the door. Of course as I was leaving, Gianna who had just woken up, came running to the door, arms outstretched screaming Mommy. I immediately started sobbing and picked her up. It was so hard to leave her to go to the hospital
Once at L&D we were shown to out room. The same room I stayed in with Gianna. I took this as a sign of good luck and immediately felt more relaxed. Until the tech came in who did my IV. She had to start and stop multiple times, jamming the needle in and outta my arm. I started to feel faint and she finally pulled the needle out all together and found a better vein in my other arm. Once that was done however I was good to go.
At about 9:30 the nurse came in to get me and we started walking down the hall to the operating room. All the nurses working called out Good luck mommy or here's another mommy coming. It was so sweet. Once in the OR however I panicked. The minute I walked in I started shaking from nerves and my bp shot up. It took the anesthesiologist a few times to get my spinal right and the minute it started taking effect my bp plummeted and I started throwing up everywhere. It is quite an interesting experience to throw up when you can't feel anything. I started looking around for the hubs and finally heard him come in. The nurses quietly informed him I had been throwing up and I remember looking over at him and saying I never wanted to do this again. The Dr's all started laughing and got to work. My incision time was at 9:54 at little man was born at 10:20. During the surgery the Dr did a good job of keeping me informed about what was going on. I also learned that I had way more scar tissue than she had anticipated and that one more kiddo for us would be my limit.
But back to Ethan being born. I remember being so out of it during my surgery with Gianna that it all flew by in a daze. This I wanted to remember. When they pulled him out( which took awhile since he was jammed in my right side) he let out the most beautiful cry I ever heard. The dr kept saying he had a lot of hair and M kept telling me he looked just like Gianna. Finally they brought him over to me and I was able to see him. He was perfect in every way. Just as beautiful as his sister was with the sweetest little face and cry. Once again I felt that overwhelming wave of emotion crash over me and loved him with all my heart. My little man was here
All in all it was a pretty uneventful. No labor pains, no waiting for my water to break, no pushing for hours. Nothing. About a half hour after my surgery started my little man was born. It's still strange to think I have 2 kids now. 2 under 16 months! I will be one busy Mama from here on out but I wouldn't change it for the world
Congrats! He is precious.
ReplyDeleteAw! The part about you picking Gianna up and bawling almost made me tear up...what a feeling that's going to be. :\ I'm just now starting to look at Ethan and feel like my time is limited, and I need to soak it up. So, I'm trying. I'm glad everything went well!
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