757 am – October 29th, 2014
7 lbs 14 oz – 19.5 inches
100% healthy, beautiful baby boy
I could hardly sleep the night before, I was all nerves. We had to be at the hospital by 530 the next morning and that sure came quickly. Our alarms went off and we were up and out the door and arrived at the hospital just in time. We checked in at the ER desk and the security guard wheeled me up to our room.
We went over some papers, mainly informational sheets on vaccinations, etc. and then they put the IV in my arm. My Dr. came in to chat and so did the anesthesiologist. Patrick got his super hot chick magnet “scrubs” and before we knew it, it was time to head down to the ‘main event’. Patrick stayed outside while I had the spinal block, which was a lot less painful than I had imagined it would be. The tingles came and went and as much as I tried, I couldn’t wiggle my toes. I was numb and ready to meet my baby. They brought Patrick in and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer. They told me I would feel some pressure but I didn’t feel a damn thing. And then they pulled baby out and Patrick was peering over the sheet to see if it was a boy or a girl, and it was a boy! I just wanted to hear that baby cry!!! I had waited so long in anticipation of that first cry letting me know that our baby was healthy and to finally hear it was overwhelming. Then, with the Dr’s okay, they brought the baby over the sheet for some skin on skin. It was surreal. After that, they finished sewing me back up and then we were brought back up to our room for recovery – all of us, together.
It was quite different from Bennett’s birth – new birth center, scheduled cesarean vs. emergency cesarean, skin on skin option, no induction this time, and I was able to recover in the same room with my Husband and my new baby boy.
That evening, the nurses urged me to get out of bed and get moving around a bit. I had told myself before this cesarean that I wanted to have a better recovery than with my previous c, so I also wanted to get up and moving. I made it to the bathroom and was feeling a bit lightheaded and the next thing I know, I wake up to 4 nurses trying to get me into a wheelchair. I had passed out. My room had gone from empty to full in about 30 seconds, Patrick told me later on. One of the nurses told me that I was as white as the pillow. It turns out that my hemoglobin was surprisingly low but thankfully after an IV of iron and subsequent iron pills, I haven’t felt lightheaded like that again.
My recovery is not over. I am 3 weeks postpartum today and I still feel sharp pains here and there. It will take some time for me to get a hang of things again. I had ridiculous expectations for my body and my recovery but have since lowered them as reality has set in. I feel fat, I’m exhausted, and can’t get a darn thing done around the house that I want to. I wanted to “bounce back” like everyone else seems to do immediately after giving birth, but I have come to realize that is not going to happen for me.. and that’s okay.
Ever heard of “baby blues”? I think that I might be experiencing them a little bit. I know my body is trying to revert back to normal but it will take time. Patience has never been one of my strong suits, but I am taking it day by day.
Patrick has been so supportive and helpful throughout the entire experience. He fed me ice chips in recovery and I rarely changed a diaper while he was home with me for 2 & 1/2 weeks. He has woken up with me during night feedings and has taken on many household duties without being asked. He has tolerated my moods and helped me remember my meds. I cannot imagine going through this without him, he has been my rock.
And now, we continue along our journey as a family of four and it feels so amazing and I am so thankful.