Birth

I had little sleep the night before, nurses coming in-and-out all night long. My c-section was scheduled for 11 am. I am laying there, and people start flooding in. Family being there for support, and all I can think of is sleep, but I know the nerves won't let me sleep. Finally the nurse comes in and gives me something to relax. Well, that was nice, wish I would of had that last night. I am starting to relax but everyone is chit chatting, and I started to get anxious.

The doctors come in and tell me how everything is about to go, which I understood. The anesthesiologist comes in, he talks so fast I just nod my head, and hope for the best. Finally it is my chance to go down. I walk to the OR, and on the way the nurse asked me, "What kind of music do you like? We can put on whatever you want." I am thinking to myself, I want you all to be comfortable, you're ready to cut me open, and take out my baby. I replied, "Whatever makes you comfortable, probably country right?" "Country it is", she replied.

I walk into this very cold room, and do as I am told. I sit down on this table, and finally my nerves have started. This whole time I've been so strong, I haven't shown my anxiety, or fears. I start shaking a little, and blame it on the temperature of the room. The doctor gives me the medicine in my back, and my body goes numb. As soon as the medicine goes in, the speed of everything in the room speeds up. I mean we were going very slow and calm like a Sunday Driver. And now we are in Nascar. They told me this would happen, but I didn't think it was this severe. They tell me to lay down as they are pushing me down on the table. The blue screen goes up so I don't see everything, and there is B, right by my side holding my hand.

I'm not sure if this is how a c-section goes, as it was my first but it was very violent. I was being shaken, pushed on, tugged on, and who knows what else. Because of my extra fluid, Roo was floating up high and needed to be brought down to my incision. I see a mirror going up behind my head so I look at it. A few minutes later my little boy is in the mirror. Looking bloody, messy, but still cute as hell. I say to B, "He's perfect." He replied, "How do you know?" I nod towards the mirror and he sees him and agrees. I told B beforehand to follow the baby, where ever he goes, you go. I don't want to end up on tv because my baby was switched at birth. So every move the baby made he was right there. So I am just laying there being stitched up.

Some random pediatrician comes over and tells me although my baby was early, he is perfectly healthy and I will be able to join him in the recovery room. This pediatrician looked so similar to my pediatrician when I was a baby/child/teen (I didn't leave until I was 20, not much for change). My pediatrician is also Roo's pediatrician, so I was confused how they managed to get him here just for my c-section...turns out it wasn't him, it must have been the meds. They bring me my baby, and I could barely lift my head to see him. In fact, I barely saw him, but I did kiss him, and I knew Daddy was following him, so he would be ok.

Then B comes back and checks on me. Did I mention how sweet he was? He tells me all about the baby, shows me pictures, and walks next to my bed as I am being wheeled down to recovery, to be with our baby. Because now I am a mom.

Roo was born on March 5th, 2013. At 12:10 pm. 7 lbs, 9.5 oz. 19 inches long. 

xox-J.