As soon as it was determined I was having a c-section that night, they had the labor and delivery nurse come in and prepare me (with shaving me to make that bikini line cut – that tickled) as well as the IV nurse. As soon as these things starting happening, it became even more real that the c-section was definitely happening that night. I started to shake uncontrollably probably out of anxiety as well as with the IV being put in, etc. Things really did happen really fast once the OB gave the o.k. to have the c-section. I just don’t know how to describe how fast it really went other than to say that it did. I guess in some ways it’s good it happened so quickly so I didn’t have too much time to worry about it. Before that night, it was something happening in the future – not now – it wasn’t real yet.
As soon as they had things prepared in the OR, I was wheeled over that direction on my bed. At this time, Kelly was off putting stuff into our post-op room so we didn’t get a chance to say goodbye and thanks. They asked me if I had any questions, which I didn’t, and then we get right outside the OR and Jon was given his gown, footies and hat to change into while they put my hat on me. We also were greeted by the anesthesiologist who went over what he was going to do.
I remember looking into the OR thinking wow, this is actually happening – I’m going to be a mom soon – I had wanted to go ahead and do the c-section because of how uncomfortable I had become (carrying around 12 pounds of baby plus the placenta and amniotic fluid is a lot to carry around!), but I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. It all seemed to go by so fast.
They had me scoot over onto the OR bed (with their assistance) and have me to change into some other gown. Then they were going to have me lay on my right side to put in the spinal anesthesia but that side is just too uncomfortable so they put it in while I lay on my left. With all the shaking, I was having difficulty staying still and on top of that, I wasn’t understanding how they wanted me to curl up. The nurse held my legs up to my belly and I had to curl my head toward my belly. Surprisingly, the spinal wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be – the bad part was trying to keep still while the doctor put in the spinal. However, I should mention that it still hurt to have a needle put into my back like that, but not as much as I thought it would. Perhaps adrenaline was making things a little better.
Once the spinal was over, they got to work putting up the drape right in front of me. It was weird to have my left leg go numb well before my right leg (and later on, my right leg was the one that would “wake up” first). Once that took place, they put the catheter in and they shaved me a bit more to make that bikini cut – I didn’t feel it this time. Later, the anesthesiologist asked if I was cold and I said a little so he put a warm air blanket thing up by my neck. With those two things, I was feeling a bit claustrophobic so when Jon was down by my face telling me I was doing well during the surgery, I politely (and he will say I was really polite) asked him to back away. I am really, really glad he was there and that he was saying encouraging things throughout the surgery. It also didn’t help my claustrophobia that I could feel the pressure on my abdomen as they were moving things around and pulling out the babies. At times, it felt as though I couldn’t breathe though the anesthesiologist said my oxygen saturation was at 100% – he gave me some oxygen to help ease me. Later, I felt as though I would throw up so the anesthesiologist gave me something for that.
The surgery had just gotten started (it seemed from when the OB said they were getting started) when the next thing I heard was of a baby crying – and they stated it was a girl! OMG – we have a daughter!!! I started to cry upon hearing her cry. This was really happening! This moment we’ve been waiting for for so long was actually here! I had imagined this moment many times, and it was real this time.
When they brought her over to the warmer to check her out and clean her up, I kept looking over at this screaming baby momentarily forgetting about the fact that there was still another baby to come. I just was so amazed that this little human being was in me – that this little human being was our daughter. I didn’t hear our son when he came out (well, pulled out – they did have to pull him out from my ribs – the nurses later would tell us he has a bit of a bruise on his legs from the pulling) because he didn’t scream like his sister. I knew they had taken him out from the tugging I was feeling and because they all remarked on how big this baby was – especially his head – yep, that head that’s been putting pressure on my ribs for some time now. Eventually, our son would let out grunts but nothing like crying like his sister. We would learn later that it was because of fluid in his lungs that he needed to get rid of. I was a little nervous at this time that I didn’t hear him and I heard some whispering so I had wondered if he was o.k. but they didn’t seem to be rushing around that much, so I felt as though everything was o.k. I wish I could have seen him but they put him in a different area of the room.
After our daughter was out, she was brought over to us. Jon held on to her until they came back to take her to measure her and weigh her. I asked Jon to go take a picture of that moment (will try to post pics later). After that, she was given back to Jon and he wasn’t able to get a picture of our son – I don’t remember them bringing him over to us – possibly because of the issues he was having. Having her brought over to me so I could see her was just a wonderful feeling – here’s our daughter! I wished that our son could come over to us too.
Around 12:45 or so is when the surgery was complete. Jon went out before me to go to the post-op room, and then I was wheeled down to that room – after they had to move me onto the bed as I couldn’t do anything myself being all numb. We got to the room, I believe, around 1 a.m. It was weird to see them pull up my leg and not feel a thing – seeing my leg right by me and feeling as if that wasn’t my leg but someone else’s was just a strange feeling.
Since this post is getting too long, I’ll end part 2 here and start Part 3 with the Post-Op room experience and all the anxiety moments that happened with Ben (fluid in lungs and low blood sugar causing Ben to be floppy) and with myself (bleeding issues) and, of course, how the babies chose their own names. 😀
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