Mrs Potts
10-08-2006, 15:33
3 August
THE BIG DAY!
6.30am - After checking in to the hospital the day before, I'm woken early to shower and get into my "party" clothes, ready for the big eviction.
7am - DH arrives, nervous but excited.
7.30am - They come to take me away, ha ha, he he, ho ho.... (sorry, bit carried away there :p)
We spend some time waiting in recovery (where else would you wait before surgery?), while my vitals are checked and paperwork is confirmed with no less than 8 people (yes, I am having a c/section, no I am not having my prostate removed). My Ob Dr H arrives looking relaxed. Not sure how I would have felt had he not looked relaxed ;) DH is taken away briefly to get into his own "party" clothes.
The Bloke Who Puts The Needle In My Back (you know, that big A word that I can't spell) comes to explain exactly what he's going to do and what I can expect. All seems fairly straight forward and not too scary. It is a bit weird knowing before hand what's going to happen - we didn't have that luxury last time.
Shortly after 8am - We're taken into the operating room, which is surprisingly big. Last time I'm sure they mistakenly did the surgery in a broom cupboard.
I'm told to sit up and bend forward to reach my ankles (have you tried this at 9 months preg?) while The Bloke Who Puts The Needle In My Back inserts the local anasethetic into my spine. He then pulls out the big guns and inserts the giant needle for the spinal block. I then lie down on the table while everything south of my navel begins to go numb. I'm hooked up to various machines to keep an eye on BP, oxygen etc, and have a drip inserted. They apply the fake tan (aka Betadine or something equally golden) to my belly.
Dr H comes in and introduces me to Dr So-and-So who will be assisting with the surgery - apparently she's also known as Mrs H in another life ;)
8.30am-ish - Things really start to get underway. DH is placed at my head, armed with the camera to await the extraction of our baby.
8.49am - Baby Keeley is plucked from inside with a mighty cry (before she's even out, mind you - she's still impatient). They drop the screen slightly and give DH the word to take a few pics as they hold her up for us to see. The tears start to flow, and the midwife calls DH over for a closer look at our daughter.
He comes back to me holding tight to our baby girl, and lays her on my chest for a quick cuddle. DH, Keeley and the midwife then head back to the ward to do all the things they need to do, while my innards are all put back where they belong.
9.20am ish - With my internal organs all put back in place, I'm wheeled back out to recovery for a while.
10am ish - I'm taken back to the ward to be reunited with DH and Keeley.
She takes to feeding straight away, which I get very excited about. And she continues for 2 days feeding well. On Day 3 it all goes pear shaped and she decides she can't do it anymore. I spend the next day and a half struggling to get her to attach, and stay attached, to no avail and with lots of pain. We're forced to make a decision about continuing to struggle with it, or switch to the bottle. After going through the same thing with Cameron for the first week of his life, this is something DH and I had discussed and already made a decision about. Regardless, it was still hard for me to make the call for the bottle.
She's been on the bottle since and I'm so glad now I didn't put myself through the stresses of last time. I have no doubt it would have been a shortcut back to PND for me.
We came home yesterday. I'm healing well, with little pain. Keeley is feeding and sleeping really well. Cameron is totally smitten. Needless to say, we all love her to bits.
THE BIG DAY!
6.30am - After checking in to the hospital the day before, I'm woken early to shower and get into my "party" clothes, ready for the big eviction.
7am - DH arrives, nervous but excited.
7.30am - They come to take me away, ha ha, he he, ho ho.... (sorry, bit carried away there :p)
We spend some time waiting in recovery (where else would you wait before surgery?), while my vitals are checked and paperwork is confirmed with no less than 8 people (yes, I am having a c/section, no I am not having my prostate removed). My Ob Dr H arrives looking relaxed. Not sure how I would have felt had he not looked relaxed ;) DH is taken away briefly to get into his own "party" clothes.
The Bloke Who Puts The Needle In My Back (you know, that big A word that I can't spell) comes to explain exactly what he's going to do and what I can expect. All seems fairly straight forward and not too scary. It is a bit weird knowing before hand what's going to happen - we didn't have that luxury last time.
Shortly after 8am - We're taken into the operating room, which is surprisingly big. Last time I'm sure they mistakenly did the surgery in a broom cupboard.
I'm told to sit up and bend forward to reach my ankles (have you tried this at 9 months preg?) while The Bloke Who Puts The Needle In My Back inserts the local anasethetic into my spine. He then pulls out the big guns and inserts the giant needle for the spinal block. I then lie down on the table while everything south of my navel begins to go numb. I'm hooked up to various machines to keep an eye on BP, oxygen etc, and have a drip inserted. They apply the fake tan (aka Betadine or something equally golden) to my belly.
Dr H comes in and introduces me to Dr So-and-So who will be assisting with the surgery - apparently she's also known as Mrs H in another life ;)
8.30am-ish - Things really start to get underway. DH is placed at my head, armed with the camera to await the extraction of our baby.
8.49am - Baby Keeley is plucked from inside with a mighty cry (before she's even out, mind you - she's still impatient). They drop the screen slightly and give DH the word to take a few pics as they hold her up for us to see. The tears start to flow, and the midwife calls DH over for a closer look at our daughter.
He comes back to me holding tight to our baby girl, and lays her on my chest for a quick cuddle. DH, Keeley and the midwife then head back to the ward to do all the things they need to do, while my innards are all put back where they belong.
9.20am ish - With my internal organs all put back in place, I'm wheeled back out to recovery for a while.
10am ish - I'm taken back to the ward to be reunited with DH and Keeley.
She takes to feeding straight away, which I get very excited about. And she continues for 2 days feeding well. On Day 3 it all goes pear shaped and she decides she can't do it anymore. I spend the next day and a half struggling to get her to attach, and stay attached, to no avail and with lots of pain. We're forced to make a decision about continuing to struggle with it, or switch to the bottle. After going through the same thing with Cameron for the first week of his life, this is something DH and I had discussed and already made a decision about. Regardless, it was still hard for me to make the call for the bottle.
She's been on the bottle since and I'm so glad now I didn't put myself through the stresses of last time. I have no doubt it would have been a shortcut back to PND for me.
We came home yesterday. I'm healing well, with little pain. Keeley is feeding and sleeping really well. Cameron is totally smitten. Needless to say, we all love her to bits.