Well here I sit 4 days after having a beautiful baby girl writing this blog. I never imagined how much my life would change just 4 short days ago. Tuesday November 22nd I was scheduled to have a C-Section at 10 am. I woke up at 6am that morning, showered, finished packing what little I had left to pack, and at 7 we hit the road. We had to be at the hospital at 8am for all the "fun" pre-op stuff. We dropped Zoey off at Wayne's mom's and headed to the hospital. I got all checked in and put into a labor and delivery room. The nurses came in brought me a lovely hospital gown that my butt hung out the back of and told me to change, and that they would be back in just a few minutes. I changed got into bed and waited. The first nurse came in and tried to start my IV line. I told her before she started poking me that she was going to have better luck in my left arm, but she insisted on poking my right one. 4 sticks later I had an IV started (in my left hand.) Then the wait began. Everyone started showing up at around 9:30 because I was scheduled to go in at 10. Well 10 came and went, then 11 came and went. I was starting to get a little concerned. At around 11:30 my "ride" finally arrived. I got onto the gurney and got wheeled up to the surgical floor. This is the point that I was thinking "OMG this is really happening, I am really going to have a baby in just a little while." Wayne beat me up to the surgical floor. I met him at the doors. They made him sit outside on a little stool until I had my epidural. I gave him a kiss and told him that I would see him in there and that I loved him. I made it into the room and all the surgical nurses introduced themselves to me and I to them. Talk about WEIRD. These people were going to see me in all my glory in just a few seconds and now I know them by name. The anesthesiologist had me sit on the edge of the bed and arch my back and relax my shoulders. He shot me up with some Lidocaine to numb the spot that he was going to JAB me in the spine with a needle. He got me not once, but approximately 6 times with the needle. He just couldn't get it in the right spot to numb me. At this point I am BAWLING my eyes out. It hurt so bad, I am talking snot dripping out of my nose tears falling bawling. The anesthesiologist called another anesthesiologist into the room at this point because he just couldn't get the right spot. THANK GOD for Dr. Moore. He was AMAZING to me during all this. He was on my left side whispering in my ear words of encouragement. He told me that I could do it and that in just a short while I would be holding my little girl and all the pain I was feeling now would be gone. At this point I heard the second anesthesiologist say this was his last attempt and that he wouldn't stick me again and that if they couldn't get it this time that I would have to be put out and Wayne wouldn't be able to be in the room. Well I couldn't have that, my little girl and my husband depended on me. I hadn't come this far just to be shot down. I was bound and determined that I was going to see my little girl. It hurt like HELL!!!!! I got it done though.
Here is a picture of my back post epidural.
This is one of those times that I am SOOOOO glad that I have my mom's genes. She is the strongest, most determined person that I know. Now I am numb from about mid chest down. WHAT A WEIRD FEELING. Every time someone or something touched me all I felt were pins and needles. Like if your foot was asleep. WEIRD. They brought Wayne in at this time. He gave me a kiss told me he loved me and sat next to me for about 2.5 seconds. Dr. Moore said he was ready to begin and Wayne stood up to look over the curtain. I kept asking him what was going on. I could tell that they had gotten to my uterus and got the placenta open by the sound of water going everywhere and the suction machine going. I knew it wouldn't be long now. Wayne told me that he could see a foot, then he said "SHE IS STILL A GIRL!!!!" About that time I see the nurses take her to the incubator and start working on her. I hear her first cry and I lose it. This is for real now and really happening. I am officially a mommy. Let me tell you hearing your baby's first cries is the most amazing sound in the entire world. I will never forget it as long as I live. They got Taylor all cleaned up and brought her to me so that I could see her before they whisked her to the nursery. Talk about love at first sight. I was so filled with love that I thought that my heart would burst. She was the most beautiful baby that I had ever seen and she was mine. We snapped a couple pics and off she went with her daddy so that I could be stitched up.
Our first family photo
2 hours later I get wheeled down to the nursery to see Taylor. Talk about paparazzi. They brought her out and put her in my arms and it was flash bulbs everywhere. It made my heart feel so good to know that everyone that I loved the most in the world was there to share my love for one little girl.
Fast forward to that night, I got to get out of bed. Talk about painful, however it felt good. Just not being stuck in a bed was AWESOME!
The next day Dr. Moore came in to check on me. He asked if I had gotten out of bed yet. I told him yes and I walked the halls. He said "YOU DID WHAT???" I told him that I walked the halls the night before. He was pretty surprised by that. Apparently most women only walk about 2 steps after a C-Section. Hmm...Who knew??? I then asked him if I could have my cath, IV, and the stupid pumpy things on my legs off? And if I could go home yet? He said "Well, you have to have the IV and cath for at least 24 hours. I will see what I can do about the pumpy things on your legs. He asked me how much pain meds I took through my IV. I told him none since about 4:30 the previous day. He was surprised by that too. Once again apparently it is pretty uncommon to not be on pain meds. He said my incision looked good and that if I could manage my pain with oral medication that I could have my IV and cath out around 1 that day. Let me tell you I couldn't wait for 1 o'clock to roll around. Once I was free from the restraints of being stuck in bed all I wanted was a shower. I finally got to take a shower about 3:30 that day. Man it was nice to be able to get up and finally hold my baby when I wanted to. I finally didn't have to ask for someone to bring her to me.
Fast forward to the 24th Dr. Emily (the pediatrician) came in and said that Taylor looked great and that if Dr. Moore agreed we cold both be released that day. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Happy Turkey Day To Me!!! Dr. Moore came in checked my incision and told me that there were 3 criteria that I had to pass to be able to be released. I had to be able to control my pain with oral meds, CHECK, I had to be able to get out of bed and go to the bathroom alone, CHECK, and I had to be able to walk unassisted, TRIPLE CHECK!!! WAHOO I WAS BUSTING OUT OF THE JOINT A DAY EARLY!!!!!
Ready to go home!!!
We couldn't leave until Taylor was at least 48 hours old and had a check-up and billirubin count done. So we finally got to come home at around 3pm that day. Let me tell you the car ride home was painful. Oh yeah and guess what the pharmacy is closed on Thanksgiving. No pain meds for me. It's ok though it turned out better for me anyhow. I controlled it with Motrin and sleep.
I am now home and in a routine (sort of). We even had Thanksgiving with Wayne's family today. Let me tell you that my husband is the most amazing man that I have ever met. Not too many men I know can cook a Thanksgiving spread with a newborn in their arms. He is AMAZING!!!!! I never thought that I could fall more in love with him, but every time I see him with Taylor in his arms, or changing a poopy diaper my heart melts. I am the happiest woman in the world right now. God is soooooo good and I sincerely do not know what I have done to deserve being this blessed. I am so thankful that I am though.
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