On Wednesday we went to the hospital at 7A.M. so I could change into my lovely gown and go through a bunch of pre-surgery things, like answer questions, get an I.V., and wait. Then we waited some more. Apparently a lady who was trying a VBAC had her uterus rupture, so she got an emergency c-section and I had to wait a little longer. Ouchy.
Then my scheduled doctor got pulled away to the E.R., so I had to wait a little longer still for a different surgeon. That turned out to be fine, because the new guy was AWESOME. The doctors and nurses were accommodating and did things just a little differently than usual to avoid aggravating my itchy adhesive allergy. Everyone was super nice.
I got my spinal, became numb to all pain and heat from my chest down, and we were ready for surgery. Everything felt surreal, I didn't feel like I was about to have a baby and I wasn't really sure if I wanted to have another baby. What had we been thinking?!?! Was it too late to change my mind?
Obviously, we proceeded in spite of my sudden doubts, and I'm glad we did.
|"I'm having a c-section RIGHT now!"|
Surgery went beautifully from start to finish.
When Liam was delivered, he had some fluid in his lungs. That's not unusual with c-section babies because they don't go through the squeezing pressure that regularly delivered babies experience. With Emma I was terrified about this, but she only had a small amount of fluid in her lungs and coughed it out instantly. This time I didn't worry about it at all, so of course it caused a problem.
|My newest love|
I was lying on the surgery table, staring straight ahead, (because craning my neck to look at my baby made me nauseous) and praying. The nurse working with Liam said that they were probably going to take him to the NICU to continue with the air flow and do chest X-rays. I started praying harder. Then I had a sudden knowledge that Barry needed to give Liam a blessing*. He put his hand on little Liam's head, closed his eyes, and said a silent blessing while I prayed silently across the room.
A few minutes later the nurses said that Liam seemed much better and wouldn't have to go to the NICU after all. Thank Heaven.
They stitched me up and sent me off to recovery. Barry and Liam headed over to the Well Baby Nursery for a little bath and warming up time. An hour passed and I was getting a little anxious because I still hadn't held my boy, but my room was ready so they took my there to wait.
FINALLY, two hours after he was born, I got to hold my baby for the first time. He nursed like a champ and is all around an awesome guy.
Recovery went really well for me, way easier and less painful than after Emma was born. We came home from the hospital on Friday afternoon and life has been nice. I've never really been a fan of newborns, (they're so needy) but this little man is changing my outlook. He's mellow, sleepy, and so extremely cute. I think I'm a little more mellow this time around too. His crying doesn't stress me out, I'm not flipping out at the fact that he's lost a "bunch" of weight, and sleep-deprivation is already a way of life for me. I've been here and done this before.
|Emma and "her" baby.|
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