Better late than never, right? :D
We arrived at the hospital at 8 am last Monday and we were relatively ready. Some last minute nerves had settled in but we were ready to get going. The girls were with my Mom and very happy so that was settled. They got me started as soon as I got there. It was much lower key than my last C-section. It was just Brian and I and they nurses and docs were very nonchalant. It was like I was going in for ear tubes NOT having a new person enter the world. :D
Right around ten they were ready to take me to the OR. I HATED being apart from Brian but knew I would be. They got my spinal started and it was not fun. The doc said he had to go deeper than expected so it took about ten minutes of what felt like digging in my spine. By the time he was done I was sweaty, nauseous and dizzy. As soon as they laid me down my BP sunk and I started puking. I was so disappointed that as soon as my legs went numb so did my brain. I could *barely* stay awake. I was hoping this time I would be more cognizant and aware of what was happening.
They brought Brian in and thankfully he missed me puking and feel horrible. They got started and within ten minutes Jack was born (at 10:44am). They showed me this beautiful boy with a head FULL of black hair. He immediately started to cry which was outstanding. The girls never really did and they whisked them away so fast I barely saw them. Brian got to stay with Jack the whole time. They swaddled him and let me talk to him and kiss him. I was so sleepy I couldn't hold him but it was wonderful that his Daddy could be with him.
Brian and Jack went to recovery and they finished my surgery. They did a number of stitches because I had such a big incision with the girls. I slept a little and ended up super nauseous every time they moved me.
They took me to recovery to be with Brian and Jack and I was so dizzy and shakey and nauseous... it was kind of awful. The nurse started to get worried that I was bleeding internally and ended up drawing a bunch of labs. I was supposed to be in recovery for half and hour and it ended up being hours. It scared Brian but after our last experience he is used to my body hating anesthesia.
Thankfully Jack was a rock star. His apgars were 8 and 9 and he was an angel. Brian held him and snuggled him and he was happy as can be. They FINALLY released me to a room and I got to hold Jack for the ride. I had to let him go to do a little more puking but the dosed me full of Zofran and I started to feel better.
It was so outstanding when the nurses were done all of their "work" on my they left the three of us alone! We were surrounded by NICU staff for our stay with the girls that those hours of peace with just Brian and Jack were precious. I didn't feel great but I was on top of the world. Jack was here and healthy and perfect. Nothing could change that!
Ok, more to come tomorrow!