Contractions started on April 1st around 10pm, only a few short hours after Brent had given me a blessing and told the baby to vacate the premises. I started timing the contractions using an app on the phone and called the birthing center after a few hours of consistent contractions to see if I needed to come in. They recommended I come in, so around 2am we drove the 20 minutes to get to the hospital. Thankfully my mom had flown in to help out so she stayed to watch Train Lover.
Once there a nurse checked me out and I was dilated to a 4. After determining I was still going to have a c-section, the nurses started getting me ready with an IV and taking some blood. A couple hours later I was wheeled to the OR while Brent stayed in the hall till they were ready to operate. I expected problems to happen like they did with the last delivery, and they did. The anesthesiologist giving me the spinal tap messed up and only half the drugs went in me. She had to give me an epidural as well, which I didn't find out about until after having the baby.
I was then strapped down to the table, my numb belly was prepped to be cut open, and the uncontrollable shaking started to happen. What a way to remember that would happen. You really do forget about the pain and unpleasantness of giving birth - the only reason people keep having babies.
The anesthesiologist started poking my arm and then my belly asking if I felt the same kind of poke/pain. I did. She was surprised and upped the drugs. This same thing repeated 3 or 4 more times. So I was very heavily drugged.
Once Brent joined me they started the operation. Thank goodness I was drugged and couldn't see anything with the curtain up. After a lot of tugging and pressure...Baby E was born! Everyone in the OR commented on how much hair he had first. Then they held him up near me so I could see him before they took him to get checked. Brent went with to take pics and be with him.
The surgeon started putting my insides that were on my outsides back into my insides, haha. After a few minutes, pain started. I mean, PAIN. I felt them stitching me up. I said 'ouch' and once a nurse heard me and I told them I felt pain all hands working on me froze. I was then given a ton more drugs and then some meds in the IV to forget everything that was happening to me. Yeah...didn't work and I still felt a lot of pain. Again...I know I'll forget and want another baby again. Crazy huh?
After that I was taken to the recovery room where Brent was holding our little guy. I got to hold him and feed him and it was just amazing. Words can't describe the feelings moms have when holding their new baby in their arms.
I stayed in the hospital for 3 1/2 days where a lot of things happened. Recovery, breastfeeding, and trying to get some sleep when I could. Overall it was a good stay in the hospital, but I was sure glad to go home and be in my own environment again. We're doing good and I'm figuring out this having 2 kids thing one day at a time. I just have to say, I love being a mom.
