We arrived at the hospital at 530 am for my 730 c-section... and we were told that it had been rescheduled for 830am with no notice. B was not thrilled, he doesn't do mornings. (in fact he had half joked he'd drop me off and be back by c section time haha) I'd also gotten no sleep and woke up at 4am to get all beautiful for my first pics with my son. So i was tired and over anxious.
Then my surgery nurse Elisabeth (LOVE her) informed me that I had to take a shower with pre surgery disinfectant (or what ever it is) With my sensitive skin it might as well have been fire ant venom. It beats the crap out of getting an infection and having to have all my limbs amputated like that lady on Oprah, though, so whatev.
Then we waited. we looked over the baby book, watched the CNN coverage of Micheal Jackson and asked Elisabeth. "How about now? Is the doctor here? How about now?" in increasingly impatient voices.
I got my IV, got the belly shaved and drank the remarkably nasty tummy-settling shot while Bill dressed in his scrubs. The put me on the travel gurney and rolled me into the operating room. It's funny I hadn't been nervous about the actual surgery until we hit that bright room with the tiny table and the anesthesiologist who sounded exactly like Norm Mc donald. In my head I'm like, " I changed my mind! I don't want Norm mc donald to give me a spinal and lay me on a tiny table!" Luckily, Elisabeth could talk a monkey down from a tree, and she let me lean on her itty bitty little self while they gave me the spinal. It hurt all the way up to my freakin' teeth but we kept repeating, "All for Liam". Boy, that spinal worked fast as lightening, I felt liked I'd been novacained and wrapped in itchy felt. They had to lay me down on the tiny table quick and I told Elisabeth not to let me fall off. Elisabeth laughed. I told her I was totally freakin' serious. She said she make sure of I stayed on!
They finally let Bill in and I felt much better. Then Dr F came in, asked me I could feel him pinching me and in a snap I heard Liam's first cry. I was unprepared; it was so quiet and calm (if a baby's first cry can be calm, Liam's was.) B ditched me immediately to get the first pics. Dr F held him and I thought, "Dude the kid is huge!" and he was. Bill ran back and forth between me and Liam, saying "He's so amazing!" I was like, "Uh-huh, now can I see him?" They brought him over and I could feel my heart growing, actually feel it, tho I couldn't feel anything else! They sent Liam and Bill to the newborn Nursery, then cleaned me up, stitched me up and rolled me into recovery.
I was high as a kite and could not stop gushing about my new son, my other kids and my husband to Elisabeth. After an hour I was getting sensation back but had not seen Liam, or B either. Elisabeth called the Newborn nursery and let me know Liam was have a little trouble breathing and couldn't join me just yet. She was a very comforting person, becasue somehow I did not have a meltdown and that is a freakin miracle. ( Maybe she's like Jasper in Twilight, LOL) They sent me to my long term room and Bill finally tore himself away from his son to give me an update. Liam was having trouble but it was going to be okay, and B ran right back. He's a man wild for his son!
About 4 hours after I had surgery I started to itch. I mean itch like crazy. My face puffed up like a blowfish and I couldn't stop rubbing. (So much for the pretty mommie pics!) They had to give me a shot and I was a stoned crab after that. I just kept asking for Liam and B kept assuring me it was okay. They gave him an x ray, and he was just fine.. then they flipped him on his back rather than his belly and he started breathing normally. Just like that.
So, I finally got to hold my baby. It was surreal, between the drugs and the new mom high. Then I fell asleep. Bills family came to visit and coo over our pretty boy. Since the drugs for the allergy were knocking me unconscious, I let Liam go to the nursery and sent Bill home at 7pm. I told him to enjoy his last night of uninterrupted sleep!
All in all, it was not nearly as bad as I'd thought it would be, compared to the first one!
Then my surgery nurse Elisabeth (LOVE her) informed me that I had to take a shower with pre surgery disinfectant (or what ever it is) With my sensitive skin it might as well have been fire ant venom. It beats the crap out of getting an infection and having to have all my limbs amputated like that lady on Oprah, though, so whatev.
Then we waited. we looked over the baby book, watched the CNN coverage of Micheal Jackson and asked Elisabeth. "How about now? Is the doctor here? How about now?" in increasingly impatient voices.
I got my IV, got the belly shaved and drank the remarkably nasty tummy-settling shot while Bill dressed in his scrubs. The put me on the travel gurney and rolled me into the operating room. It's funny I hadn't been nervous about the actual surgery until we hit that bright room with the tiny table and the anesthesiologist who sounded exactly like Norm Mc donald. In my head I'm like, " I changed my mind! I don't want Norm mc donald to give me a spinal and lay me on a tiny table!" Luckily, Elisabeth could talk a monkey down from a tree, and she let me lean on her itty bitty little self while they gave me the spinal. It hurt all the way up to my freakin' teeth but we kept repeating, "All for Liam". Boy, that spinal worked fast as lightening, I felt liked I'd been novacained and wrapped in itchy felt. They had to lay me down on the tiny table quick and I told Elisabeth not to let me fall off. Elisabeth laughed. I told her I was totally freakin' serious. She said she make sure of I stayed on!
They finally let Bill in and I felt much better. Then Dr F came in, asked me I could feel him pinching me and in a snap I heard Liam's first cry. I was unprepared; it was so quiet and calm (if a baby's first cry can be calm, Liam's was.) B ditched me immediately to get the first pics. Dr F held him and I thought, "Dude the kid is huge!" and he was. Bill ran back and forth between me and Liam, saying "He's so amazing!" I was like, "Uh-huh, now can I see him?" They brought him over and I could feel my heart growing, actually feel it, tho I couldn't feel anything else! They sent Liam and Bill to the newborn Nursery, then cleaned me up, stitched me up and rolled me into recovery.
I was high as a kite and could not stop gushing about my new son, my other kids and my husband to Elisabeth. After an hour I was getting sensation back but had not seen Liam, or B either. Elisabeth called the Newborn nursery and let me know Liam was have a little trouble breathing and couldn't join me just yet. She was a very comforting person, becasue somehow I did not have a meltdown and that is a freakin miracle. ( Maybe she's like Jasper in Twilight, LOL) They sent me to my long term room and Bill finally tore himself away from his son to give me an update. Liam was having trouble but it was going to be okay, and B ran right back. He's a man wild for his son!
About 4 hours after I had surgery I started to itch. I mean itch like crazy. My face puffed up like a blowfish and I couldn't stop rubbing. (So much for the pretty mommie pics!) They had to give me a shot and I was a stoned crab after that. I just kept asking for Liam and B kept assuring me it was okay. They gave him an x ray, and he was just fine.. then they flipped him on his back rather than his belly and he started breathing normally. Just like that.
So, I finally got to hold my baby. It was surreal, between the drugs and the new mom high. Then I fell asleep. Bills family came to visit and coo over our pretty boy. Since the drugs for the allergy were knocking me unconscious, I let Liam go to the nursery and sent Bill home at 7pm. I told him to enjoy his last night of uninterrupted sleep!
All in all, it was not nearly as bad as I'd thought it would be, compared to the first one!
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