her birth story August 14th 2008

by 4:30am I got up and jumped in the shower, called the hospital to make sure they have a bed (who would’ve thought…)

Got there, as instructed, right at 6:00am… got put straight in a room and had to put on the beautiful gown…before I realized it I was shaved and the nurse came to put in my IV…I asked if I could have the “ topical numbing lotion stuff” and she told me they didn’t use it… I told her she had ONE try (I bet she thought I was joking lol I WASN’T) she did good though…despite the fact that I was bleeding like a pig…blood was just running down my hands … well… then in came some Resident who asked all kinds of stupid questions about why c-section and such…got old real quick and I told him that since he will have no part in my treatment he might as well just leave as I don’t have to justify anything to him...out he went and in came the anesthesiologist… I know this is the worst profiling EVER but he was Asian and I KNEW the second he walked in all would be good. We went through the general blah blah and a bit later my doctor came in and by about 8:30 I was in the OR… I forgot to mention that up until I was in there I was fine…they made me sit up to give me the numbing shot and spinal… when the numbing went in it was a pain and sensation I did not expect…I remember saying “au” and I moved so the doc and the nurse said not to and grabbed me to hold me still and then I lost it…I started crying like there was no tomorrow…I was just about to jump off the table and just not have this baby….period…until they find out another way (other then c-section and vaginal…I began to wonder how long it would take for them to discover “beaming” babies out of tummies)…no all jokes aside…I felt awful and couldn’t stop crying…the weirdest thing was the spinal as I thought I wouldn’t feel anything but I felt my legs being there but I couldn’t move them and they felt heavy like tree stumps…my doc came in and shortly after my husband. I am still sorta sobbing and my doc tells me he made the cut… I calmed down a little as I figured that it’s really too late now anyways…I hated the oxygen mask and because of all the crying I couldn’t breathe through my nose… My anesthesiologist kept telling me what it was my doc was doing, kept wiping my tears away and kept telling me it was all gonna be ok…

Doc said that head was out and said “cute little face” and then announced her birth at 9:00am on the dot. She was whisked away to the little table thing and husband went over with her... I heard my doc talk about cleaning my uterus and such and oh and it seemed like forever until I heard her cry… I remember thinking “ well she sounds like a girl”…not sure why I would think a boy would sound any different lol

Her APGARS were a 7 and an 8 which I thought sounded just fine considering that she was 37 weeks and a c-section…

They didn’t have them darn sepra film and had to go get it from the main OR’s downstairs…at least my wonderful doctor remembered… J They got it and it sure took forever to get stitched up…damn was he taking his time … but boy did he do good… it looks like a mere scratch now… and its only been 6 days.
They took me back to my room and I remember seeing the time and it was 9:50am…I thought to myself well darn…they said it would take about 30 minutes in the nursery… where are they…?? After what seemed like an eternity (I cant remember what time it was) my husband came in, alone, and I knew something was up… he told me that she had lots of fluid in her lungs and that she was under an oxygen tent for now and that she would be for a couple of hours… at least he took pictures so I had “something’… he left again to be with her and I felt like I was about to through up…telling myself there was no way though as I didn’t have anything in me…I called for the nurse who gave me a thingy and sure enough…whatever it was (watery substance with thankfully no taste) came up…and man…it hurt like hell… the throwing up did…

They took me to my permanent room around 1 and I was very patient to no explanation of my part as to when I was finally going to get to see her (I have to ask my doctor…they have had to give me something…) As soon as I was in the room my doctor came to see me and I told him that I wanted to go see her NOW…he told the nurse to get me in a wheel chair and take me… The nurse didn’t quiet agree but I told her my doc said it was ok so that’s what she’d have to do… she moved the bed up so I would be more in a seating position and I got sick again… like really nauseated and throwing up (again that clear watery stuff…whatever the heck it was) and it took me a while to adjust…by the time we finally had my legs out of the bed…they wheeled her in… and she hasn’t left me since…that was around 3 pm. By 6 pm I was out of the bed walking the halls. The nurse was great and helped me get cleaned up on the toilet and since she was so great she help me cut my own underwear in a way that there was room for the catheter… (they had really weird synthetic long jons type things that were like pantyhose and made me sweat like crazy). She was also there the next day and the morning of discharge. The night nurse I had was ok but the one that came the next morning was awful…was very glad when I got to leave...