It’s Monday evening as I’m typing this and Elle is lying on the bed in front of me with her hands raised above her head. She’s on this amazing, and large, lamb pillow my mom bought for her. She’s wearing snuggley little PJs in size newborn (Drew never fit into newborn clothes!) with a Pluto sticker on the front of them courtesy of her older brother. It’s been a day full of visitors… and lactation consultants… and nurses… and no naps for me. 🙂
We thought for sure that we’d go into labor early, Elle was a wiggler pretty much from the moment she was able to move and we thought she was just itching to get out. But by the time Friday morning rolled around I hadn’t felt one labor pain, unless you count the Braxton-Hicks contractions I’d been having for a couple of months on a very regular basis. I was up at 4am hungry and was unable to go back to sleep since I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink past midnight the night before. I was really panicky the day before about not being allowed to eat… almost every night of my pregnancy I needed to get a snack somewhere in the middle of the night in order not to be up vomiting and I was just so scared that I’d be up dry heaving the night before the c-section for hours with no food or drink allowed. And somehow I was able to feel just fine, albeit hungry and very thirsty, without food until the surgery.
We got to the hospital around 7am and checked in. We had this photo taken of the two of us as one last belly photo… we look pretty tired. That’s real life for you, folks, when you’re up about six to eight times a night going to the bathroom or just waking up from pure discomfort. Any women out there have a light sleeping hubby that woke up pretty frequently right along with you?
I was told contacts weren’t allowed and to immediately suit up into a hospital gown so that the catheter could be put in. Ick. Have you ever had a UTI? That’s what the catheter feels like once it’s in before having the spinal… and then it’s super awkward because it feels like you’re leaking even if you’re not. The joys of child bearing, right? 🙂
Once the room became available they let me walk down the hall, I hid the catheter bag under my hospital gown because I was so embarrassed by it, and kept feeling like I was going to be Jack Nicholson in Some Tthings Gotta Give when his hospital gown is flapping in the breeze as he walked through the hospital hallway. I kept telling myself that even if that did happen to me at least my bum didn’t look like Jack Nicholson’s.
AJ wasn’t allowed to be in the Operating Room while they gave me the spinal and it was at that moment that every fear I had about the procedure decided to kick into high gear. I hated that he wasn’t allowed to be there holding my hand when I was freaking out about becoming paralyzed at the hand of the anesthesiologist and falling off the operating table. They laid me down and almost immediately I felt the spinal taking effect… it’s a strange and tingling feeling to lose feeling in your legs. And it’s not the most fun feeling for someone who likes to be in control.
The curtain was hung so I couldn’t see what was happening and they positioned me like I was on a crucifix with my arms outstretched. The spinal reached up to my chest and breathing was difficult and I was thrilled with the oxygen they gave me. They still hadn’t brought AJ in at this point and I am almost certain they had begun the surgery because I could feel pressure like they were poking around in my stomach… I couldn’t figure out where he was or why the nurse hadn’t gone to get him yet. Once I saw the nurse lead him into the room, and AJ advert his eyes from seeing any blood (he gets woozy easily) it was like I felt such a calm come over me. I didn’t want to be in surgery by myself and I certainly didn’t want to be by myself when meeting Elle.
When they told me they were taking Elle out and I heard her crying I just broke down in tears… she was here. It sounds so cliche but the past nine months that were such a challenge for me were worth it.
Is that a proud Daddy face or what? 🙂
It’s now nearly 24 hours after I started this post… we are home and Drew is napping in his big boy bed, which for now is just a matteress on the floor, and Elle is sleeping beside me in our bed. AJ is at a dentist appointment. If only my time with two children would be this easy all the time… somehow I have a feeling this won’t be the case. 🙂 The birth story will be continued on Thursday after a great guest post from April, from House by Hoff, tomorrow.
I am currently in the top 3 for the Circle of Moms Top 25 Home Bloggers… I basically died of happiness when we got to that point and AJ sent me the cutest text about it when I got to #4. You can vote once every 24 hours until April 17! It seriously takes under 10 seconds to vote. Thank you a million times! 🙂