Tuesday morning was an early start, we checked in at the hospital at 5:30 AM. Grandma met us there. Straight back to labor and delivery as I was on the list. I was extremely nervous about the birthing process, the anesthesia is scary.
They didn't waste much time getting me and my down and trying to get me machines. It wasn't before long the doctor and for me we would be running late, so the emergency section in front of mine. This made the waiting a little harder, but I understand. I kept reminding the nurse I need to see the anesthesiologist, because I need to discuss my past experience. I was a little annoyed that I only had that opportunity right before we went into the room. There was some dramatic decision made at the time. This was upsetting as I didn't have time to fully think it through and make the right decision. At first the anesthesiologist had me convinced to go without a key pain medicine, and the nurse disagree wouldn't say it in front of him. I thought I had gone without it in the past, but after further discussion I realized I hadn't, and so I wanted to stick with what I've had past. I didn't do well with this last-minute game plan change.
Off to the operating room they rolled me this time. In the past have had to walk. I gave grandma a hug. I gave daddy a hug. I was still trying to calm down. Leaving david outside the operating room was very hard on me. Has begun inside I was very nervous. They were all trying to call me down too.
This is my third time in the operating room. But that doesn't mean it was any easier. Luckily the anesthesiologist was fantastic and talked me through every part of procedure. This time I did not jump. I am grateful to him. After getting the needle, the next scary part occurs, going under the effects. This is extremely scary to me every time! I hate the feeling parts of my body goes numb, but I'm upside down, as I feel like I am breaking.
My doctor was holding my hand calming me down, and reminding me that it was to talk. I would see my baby a few minutes. Apparently the assistant asked David has he entered the OR, "does she had panic attacks often? " I think that was a very fair question considering my behavior. But at least I had warned the doctors and nurses this would happen.
My doctor was right, a few minutes then and there was the sound of crying. My baby girl was born. It felt like a while before we got her, but we did. She was perfect. David held her close to me so I could talk to her and kiss her wonderful face! Eventually, they said she had to leave me for the nursery. This made me sad.
Now it was just a waiting game All the operating room staff put me back together. They did a good job talking to me and keeping me calm during this time. It didn't seem like it was too long before I was off to recovery. I remember thinking everybody and apologizing for how freaked out I was. They all said I did really well, and that had surely seen worse. Who knows.
Off to the recovery room, I laid there, Waiting to have my baby girl delivered to me. It was only maybe 10 or 15 minutes before I finally got her. Getting to hold her finally was amazing. The rest of the day was about recovery and cuddling. Everyone is right, it is worth it in the end. I wish I could've focused on the good and left the nerves, but I wasn't able to. In the end, I now have my baby girl. I love her so much!
We spent two full days in the hospital. Protocol usually calls for three or four days. I was ready to come home and be more comfortable.
The time in the hospital went pretty well. Lots of time to relax. I need to write a separate blog about Max and Ellie getting to meet their new sister with the first time. That was the other great moment of the day.
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