Ok, where did I leave off from my last post....aahh yes, the c-section. They took me back to the operating room by myself and they had me get up on the operating table and basically just wait. When I first got in there, there was only the one nurse, then others started to show up and get set up. It was really a unique experience to be sitting on the operating table, watching them get all set up for your surgery. They came in and were counting all the equipment and laying everything out. It was really just a surreal situation. I was sitting there so scared and feeling very alone. Lance was in some room by himself waiting to be let in and all my family and friends were in the waiting room. All the operating room staff were all running around getting everything ready and nobody even said a word to me while they were setting up. It was weird. I had a nice conversation with Belle since nobody needed us to do anything. It really calmed my nerves to be able to talk to her. Finally, the anesthesiologist came in and gave me my spinal block. It didn't hurt which I was happy about! They told me to make sure I told them when I started to feel nauseous and it happened twice. I guess my blood pressure was getting really low so that was what was causing me to feel (and get) sick. When the surgery was about to start, I started to panic because I could still feel my legs. I said to the nurse, wait, I can still feel my legs. She got a funny look on her face and said, you can? I said yes! Then she said move your toes. So I did. Then she said, are you moving them? I said yes, and she said no you're not. hahahaha I seriously felt like I was moving my toes so for her to tell me I wasn't, that was creepy!
I was so happy when they finally brought Lance in. It felt like it had been forever since I had seen him. When he came in they had him sit at my head and we were blocked from seeing anything from my waist down. Lance came in and kissed me on the forehead and then it was go time. The nurses and doctors were doing their thing and Lance and I were pretty much in our own little bubble. We started talking about how excited we were that our daughter would be with us shortly, but I could tell both of us were nervous. We just wanted our little Isabelle to be here and be told that she was healthy and that she had all 10 fingers and toes.
Since we couldn't see anything, we had no idea when they were going to pull her out. When they went to pull her out, my body went into convulsion type movements. It was so weird because I had no control over the fact my body was moving up and down as they were trying to pull her out of me. Lance described it perfectly as taking a cork out of a wine bottle. You wiggle it out until it's out. That's what they were doing with Belle, until, she was out. We actually didn't know when she was out because she didn't start crying like you see in the movies. We figured it out though because my body stopped going into the weird convulsion movements. The nurse took her over to the side of the room and that's when Lance got the first glimpse of her. When he told me he could see her, I told him to go over there and get a closer look. When he went over there I had no idea what was going on and I couldn't hear a whole lot because it was so loud. Every once in awhile I could hear him talking to her. She never really did cry and freak out, she remained pretty calm the whole time. I couldn't make out a whole lot of what Lance was telling her but I could hear the tone of his voice and it was so calming and soothing and loving. I was laying there with tears in my eyes. The two loves of my life were meeting for the first time. For 10 months Lance took care of me, therefore taking care of her. I got the great experience of being able to feel her all day and to be able to spend literally every moment with her for 10 months. Being that Lance can't carry a child, he could only bond with her from the outside. Until she arrived. Then it took .2 seconds for them to be connected as one. The anesthesiologist leaned over and said to me, she has daddy wrapped around her little finger already. hahaha I just laughed and said, she sure does.
It seemed like Lance was over there with Belle forever and he finally came over and showed me a picture. It was the first time I was able to see my baby girl. It was awesome. I was a little sad that the first time I was seeing my daughter was from a picture, but it is what it is. I was just thrilled she was so healthy and everything was going well! The nurse said that they were going to take Belle to the recovery room and I told Lance to make sure he went with her. The nurse picked her up and started to walk out of the room with her and I still hadn't seen her yet. I was starting to cry and the anesthesiologist said wait wait, let her meet her mama. Yay!!! Then either the nurse, or the anesthesiologist took pictures, when I got to meet my daughter for the first time. I'm not sure who took them, but I am eternally grateful. I LOVE these pictures.
After I got to meet Belle, the nurse, Lance and the baby went to the recovery room. That part sucked because I was still stuck in the operating room completely alone (well sort of alone, all the medical staff was still there) but this time I didn't have my daughter to talk to. They finished sewing me up and then the OB, Dr. Bull came over and talked to me and told me that the way she was positioned even if she would have stayed head down, there was a 50% chance I would have ended up in a c-section because even if she would have stayed head down, she still wasn't facing the right way. That would have been a real bummer to labor for hours and hours and then still end up in a c-section. I am glad that scenario didn't play out. :)
Well, this post is long enough, so I'll stop here. When Lance is home with us on weekends, I'm able to blog more since he is around to help with the feedings and the holdings and diaper changes. We love when daddy is home!! We sure do miss him during the week!
Have a good weekend!
Love,
Suzanne
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