Friday was the big day for our family. We welcomed this little cutie into our lives.
It started out pretty normal (other than Jarrod not having to leave for school). We got up, got everyone breakfast (other than me who could have nothing to eat or drink after 3am), and got dressed.
Then it was out the door for pre-k/preschool drop off. And one last photo as a family of four.
After dropping the kids off, Jarrod and I still had a little while before we had to report to the hospital, so we went out to the beach to take in the beautiful morning.
We got to the family birth center right around 10:00, were given a check-in room, and I was given rags to clean up with (maybe the beach wasn’t the smartest decision).
The third try was finally a charm in placing my IV. My veins are rarely friendly.
Just before it was time for me to walk down to the OR, we were told that a regular room opened up for us. Jarrod took our things to our new room and got changed while I was taken to the OR.
Walking into that operating room was overwhelming. The lights, the instruments, everyone in scrubs, and the fact that Jarrod wasn’t there with me (he couldn’t come in until the doctors were ready to slice into me) was A LOT to take in. Thankfully one of the nurses and my anesthesiologist caught onto this, and calmed my nerves pretty quick.
Once my doctors were in and had me all prepped, Jarrod was brought into the room. Blood can make Jarrod pretty queasy, but he was determined to stand up the whole time and watch my c-section. And he did great!
The whole c-section sensation was a little weird. I couldn’t feel the doctors cutting me, but I could feel pushing, pulling, and pressure. Definitely weird, but oh so worth it.
It wasn’t long before they pulled our baby girl out of me and I heard a wail. And that she immediately peed everywhere. She was also frank breach with her feet right in her face. Apparently she hadn’t been like that long because she straightened right out.
She was taken over to the warming table to be checked out by the pediatrician, and Jarrod got to cut her cord.
Once she got the okay from the pediatrician, Evelyn Delores (Delores was my Nanny’s name) was brought over to meet me. It was a much different experience than when Trenton and Charlotte were given to me immediately following delivery, but it was just as special.
Evelyn and Jarrod left to the nursery while I was closed up. I remember feeling nauseous as soon as they left the room, but the anesthesiologist put some Zofran in my IV, and I managed not to get sick.
Before long I was all stapled up and headed to the recovery room. Jarrod and Evelyn soon reunited with me and I was able to feed Evelyn. When it was time for me to go to our regular room, Jarrod and Evelyn went back to the nursery for a bath, eye ointment, and Hep B vaccine.
My ride to our room wasn’t a fun one. I all of the sudden had a huge rush of nausea. But I didn’t throw up. And there was a tray of food waiting for me in the room. Now it was just a liquid diet, but after not eating or drinking for 12 hours, I dug into the strawberry icee and ice chips. And then threw up. And I kept throwing up off and on the rest of the night. It was definitely not a fun side effect of surgery. And up-chucking most certainly did not help with c-section pain.
But Little Miss Cuteness made up for it!
My parents brought Trenton and Charlotte to the hospital after dinner. They were so excited to meet their new sister! I just loved seeing their faces light up when they saw her.
Thankfully I was able to make it through the middle of the night without any more puking. And by morning I was able to keep down a liquid breakfast. I was also able to get up out of bed for the first time and make it to the shower since I wasn’t nauseous any more. I had some pain, but it wasn’t unbearable.
My parents and the kids came by again Saturday afternoon and the kids got to hold Evelyn for the first time.
Saturday night, I was hit with another type of pain. Gas pains. In my shoulder. It was the weirdest thing ever, and it hurt so bad. Like every time I took a breath. Which is pretty often. My incision site was fine, but I was taking Percocet for weird gas pains! Thank goodness they went away over night, and they didn’t come back!
Sunday I was feeling even better. I was still really tired though. I found out that my blood levels were low from loss of blood during surgery. Combine that with pain meds that cause drowsiness, and I was always wanting to sleep. I decided Sunday morning that I wasn’t going to take anything stronger than the prescription strength Aleve unless I absolutely had to. And I haven’t taken anything stronger since.
Anyway, since my blood levels were low, my doctors decided to keep me until Monday.
Monday came around, I got my staples taken out (just steri-strips now), Evelyn got checked out (Little Miss Guzzler only lost 6% of her body weight – 7 ounces – during our time in the hospital), and we were ready to go home!
Time to start a new chapter with our family!
*Thanks to everyone for all of the congratulatory comments and the advice/encouraging words before my c-section. You guys are awesome!*