October 15th, 2015:
I worked a 12 hour shift the day before she was born.
When I got off work, the traffic was so backed up on the highway to go home that I decided to follow my coworker and go the back way home.
2 hours later, I made it home. I was scheduled for a C section the next morning.
I would be 40 weeks pregnant that day and my cervix has still not dilated and was sitting extremely posterior. So posterior that my OB was unable to check my dilation.
So, C section, here we go...
October 16, 2015:
The next morning, my husband and 13 year old woke up and started the trek to the hospital an hour and a half away. At this point, I still didn't believe that a tiny human was residing inside my uterus. I knew there had been something in there that was moving and kicking and hiccuping but I couldn't picture what she looked like.
We unpacked in the recovery room and the nurse started my IV while she completed my admission.
I received 2 liters of LR prior to my C section. "You may swell after surgery" said the nurse.
At 12:05, the nurses removed all the family members from my room... three sets of grandparents, my reluctant 13 year old daughter who wanted to "watch" the C section and they gave my husband his set of sterile scrubs.
They pushed me into the room, gave me my spinal and laid me on the table.
After 10 minutes of preparation, my husband came into the room and sat by my head.
I just kept thinking, I want to hear her cry.
Within 5 minutes, the incision was made and baby J's head was pulled out. Screeching was heard immediately, before her body even exited mine. Her lungs were so strong and she was screaming so loud. I started to cry immediately. That's all I wanted to hear!!!!
The nurse cleaned her up and laid her on my chest while they sewed and stapled my stomach closed.
That's when the nausea started... but it was controlled with antiemetics by the nursing staff.
We were taken into the recovery room and baby J immediately latched onto my breast.
She was a tank!!! 8 lbs 11 oz, 20.5 inches long.
My husband and I are both tall (5'11" and 6'2" respectively) but I had no idea how big our little girl would be.
I was also afraid that I wouldn't love this baby as much as I loved my first.
Love at first sight is not a joke. I immediately fell for her and couldn't keep my eyes off her tiny facial features and sporadic, fluid newborn movements.
The bond between myself and that little wiggle worm in my belly, was immediately formed.
The next two days were a blur, filled with nausea, severe itching from the spinal block, trying to keep baby J's blood sugar up, learning to nurse again, sharing her with all of our family and trying to learn how to swaddle a newborn.
She was so incredibly perfect. My first child was perfect as well and I felt so incredibly blessed. That was possibly a combination of drugs, deliriousness and love but it felt wonderful.
Two days later ,we were discharged home with our tiny princess. My heart was overjoyed with how God had blessed us with another perfect baby girl.
That's all for now
@---)----)----
I worked a 12 hour shift the day before she was born.
When I got off work, the traffic was so backed up on the highway to go home that I decided to follow my coworker and go the back way home.
2 hours later, I made it home. I was scheduled for a C section the next morning.
I would be 40 weeks pregnant that day and my cervix has still not dilated and was sitting extremely posterior. So posterior that my OB was unable to check my dilation.
So, C section, here we go...
October 16, 2015:
The next morning, my husband and 13 year old woke up and started the trek to the hospital an hour and a half away. At this point, I still didn't believe that a tiny human was residing inside my uterus. I knew there had been something in there that was moving and kicking and hiccuping but I couldn't picture what she looked like.
We unpacked in the recovery room and the nurse started my IV while she completed my admission.
I received 2 liters of LR prior to my C section. "You may swell after surgery" said the nurse.
At 12:05, the nurses removed all the family members from my room... three sets of grandparents, my reluctant 13 year old daughter who wanted to "watch" the C section and they gave my husband his set of sterile scrubs.
They pushed me into the room, gave me my spinal and laid me on the table.
After 10 minutes of preparation, my husband came into the room and sat by my head.
I just kept thinking, I want to hear her cry.
Within 5 minutes, the incision was made and baby J's head was pulled out. Screeching was heard immediately, before her body even exited mine. Her lungs were so strong and she was screaming so loud. I started to cry immediately. That's all I wanted to hear!!!!
The nurse cleaned her up and laid her on my chest while they sewed and stapled my stomach closed.
That's when the nausea started... but it was controlled with antiemetics by the nursing staff.
We were taken into the recovery room and baby J immediately latched onto my breast.
She was a tank!!! 8 lbs 11 oz, 20.5 inches long.
My husband and I are both tall (5'11" and 6'2" respectively) but I had no idea how big our little girl would be.
I was also afraid that I wouldn't love this baby as much as I loved my first.
Love at first sight is not a joke. I immediately fell for her and couldn't keep my eyes off her tiny facial features and sporadic, fluid newborn movements.
The bond between myself and that little wiggle worm in my belly, was immediately formed.
The next two days were a blur, filled with nausea, severe itching from the spinal block, trying to keep baby J's blood sugar up, learning to nurse again, sharing her with all of our family and trying to learn how to swaddle a newborn.
She was so incredibly perfect. My first child was perfect as well and I felt so incredibly blessed. That was possibly a combination of drugs, deliriousness and love but it felt wonderful.
Two days later ,we were discharged home with our tiny princess. My heart was overjoyed with how God had blessed us with another perfect baby girl.
That's all for now
@---)----)----
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