MilkOnTap
02-06-2007, 04:58 PM
Monday the 28th of May 2007, Jedd Ronald Thomas made his much-anticpated arrival into this world. Our beautiful chubba bubba weighed 4.3kg (9 pound 7 and a half ounces) and measured 54cm long!
We arrived at the hospital for our scheduled caesarean birth at 7am, filled out all the paperwork and then the wait began! There was another couple ahead of us who we got chatting with which was fantastic - definitely helped pass some time! They went in for their c/sect at 11am, and I was told that I would only have another hour to wait - thank God!!! That hour was the LONGEST hour EVER!
Finally the nurse came out and gave me a gown to change into and a plastic bag for my clothes. She led hubby and I down for prep before going into the anaesthetic room where hubby was taken aside to change into the same kind of blue sterile outfit that all the surgeons wear.
I was laid down on a bed and taken in for my combined epidural and spinal block. The anethetist had a lot of trouble putting the epidural in - it was incredibly painful and I felt everything! I began feeling a bit dizzy, but once the spinal block began to set in I was fine.
I had originally had a bit of a birth plan in mind - but once I got in there it kind of went out the door. Not intentionally; I also 'planned' on being flexible, and doing what felt comfortable at the time. Instead of asking the anaethetist to talk me through what was happening, hubby and I were chatting about the tugging and pulling that I could feel, and making last minute guesses about how big our son would be, who he might look like, and what kind of person he might be.
Elective caesareans truly are a ‘spectator sport’ for the partners involved – hubby had his camera at the ready; but nothing prepared him for the moment that the anesthetist told him to stand up to watch his son being born (http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l8/grantandalicia/jeddbday11.jpg). I couldn’t see Jedd myself yet, but hubby told me just how beautiful and perfect he was; and I could tell by his voice that he had already fallen in love. He took a few photographs, but unfortunately none of them will ever describe the absolute joy and euphoria that we both felt the moment that we became parents.
One of the nurses then brought Jedd around to my side so I could see him. His cries let me know that he had a good set of lungs on him. We hadn’t decided on a name before going into theatre, but the moment I laid eyes on him I knew that his name would be Jedd. Through all the blood and gunk, Jedd was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen!
Hubby went with the nurses back into the anaesthetic room where Jedd was weighed, measured and APGAR tested – his first score was a healthy 9/10! The nurses wrapped Jedd up and brought him back into the operating theatre where he was placed on my chest and we shared our first cuddle (http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l8/grantandalicia/jeddbday23.jpg) whilst I was being stitched up.
Jedd was then taken back for his second APGAR test and again scored 9/10. He was just flawless! Our beautiful son had finally arrived!
I was asked by the nurse if I wanted to try to feed Jedd in the recovery room, or if I would prefer to wait until I got up to my room. Even though I had originally ‘planned’ to take him into recovery I changed my mind and decided that I needed recovery for myself, and that I would prefer to share the moment of his first breastfeed with my hubby. I’m so glad that I did this, as hubby got a whole 40 minutes of cuddles and bonding with Jedd before I came up to the room.
The next few hours are a bit of a blur as we had our first feed and began making announcements via text message to family and friends. All I remember is an overwhelming feeling of love that I have never experienced before. I now truly understand the difference between the love of a partner, and the love for a child.
Jedd definitely has his Mummies face, but he has his Daddies mouth and chin. He also has his Daddies feet, as his second toe is a little bit longer than his big toe! So cute! His hair has already lightened up since he was born; but he still needs a haircut (its quite mullet-like at the back!)
I feel so incredibly blessed to have been able to experience Jedd’s birth by caesarean – and I wouldn’t change a bit of it for the world. My recovery has been quite rapid, and I was out of hospital on day 4. My milk is still coming in and my nipples are so sore. But we are both still learning, a process that I’m sure will take a lifetime! I’m excited about now officially being a Mummy, and hubby has become a doting Daddy. Jedd’s favourite place to sleep is on Daddies chest (http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l8/grantandalicia/Jeddhospital029.jpg), but Mummies breast isn’t a too distant second either.
I’m already in love with my son – and I cant wait to show him off to the world! (http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l8/grantandalicia/Jeddhospital004.jpg)
We arrived at the hospital for our scheduled caesarean birth at 7am, filled out all the paperwork and then the wait began! There was another couple ahead of us who we got chatting with which was fantastic - definitely helped pass some time! They went in for their c/sect at 11am, and I was told that I would only have another hour to wait - thank God!!! That hour was the LONGEST hour EVER!
Finally the nurse came out and gave me a gown to change into and a plastic bag for my clothes. She led hubby and I down for prep before going into the anaesthetic room where hubby was taken aside to change into the same kind of blue sterile outfit that all the surgeons wear.
I was laid down on a bed and taken in for my combined epidural and spinal block. The anethetist had a lot of trouble putting the epidural in - it was incredibly painful and I felt everything! I began feeling a bit dizzy, but once the spinal block began to set in I was fine.
I had originally had a bit of a birth plan in mind - but once I got in there it kind of went out the door. Not intentionally; I also 'planned' on being flexible, and doing what felt comfortable at the time. Instead of asking the anaethetist to talk me through what was happening, hubby and I were chatting about the tugging and pulling that I could feel, and making last minute guesses about how big our son would be, who he might look like, and what kind of person he might be.
Elective caesareans truly are a ‘spectator sport’ for the partners involved – hubby had his camera at the ready; but nothing prepared him for the moment that the anesthetist told him to stand up to watch his son being born (http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l8/grantandalicia/jeddbday11.jpg). I couldn’t see Jedd myself yet, but hubby told me just how beautiful and perfect he was; and I could tell by his voice that he had already fallen in love. He took a few photographs, but unfortunately none of them will ever describe the absolute joy and euphoria that we both felt the moment that we became parents.
One of the nurses then brought Jedd around to my side so I could see him. His cries let me know that he had a good set of lungs on him. We hadn’t decided on a name before going into theatre, but the moment I laid eyes on him I knew that his name would be Jedd. Through all the blood and gunk, Jedd was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen!
Hubby went with the nurses back into the anaesthetic room where Jedd was weighed, measured and APGAR tested – his first score was a healthy 9/10! The nurses wrapped Jedd up and brought him back into the operating theatre where he was placed on my chest and we shared our first cuddle (http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l8/grantandalicia/jeddbday23.jpg) whilst I was being stitched up.
Jedd was then taken back for his second APGAR test and again scored 9/10. He was just flawless! Our beautiful son had finally arrived!
I was asked by the nurse if I wanted to try to feed Jedd in the recovery room, or if I would prefer to wait until I got up to my room. Even though I had originally ‘planned’ to take him into recovery I changed my mind and decided that I needed recovery for myself, and that I would prefer to share the moment of his first breastfeed with my hubby. I’m so glad that I did this, as hubby got a whole 40 minutes of cuddles and bonding with Jedd before I came up to the room.
The next few hours are a bit of a blur as we had our first feed and began making announcements via text message to family and friends. All I remember is an overwhelming feeling of love that I have never experienced before. I now truly understand the difference between the love of a partner, and the love for a child.
Jedd definitely has his Mummies face, but he has his Daddies mouth and chin. He also has his Daddies feet, as his second toe is a little bit longer than his big toe! So cute! His hair has already lightened up since he was born; but he still needs a haircut (its quite mullet-like at the back!)
I feel so incredibly blessed to have been able to experience Jedd’s birth by caesarean – and I wouldn’t change a bit of it for the world. My recovery has been quite rapid, and I was out of hospital on day 4. My milk is still coming in and my nipples are so sore. But we are both still learning, a process that I’m sure will take a lifetime! I’m excited about now officially being a Mummy, and hubby has become a doting Daddy. Jedd’s favourite place to sleep is on Daddies chest (http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l8/grantandalicia/Jeddhospital029.jpg), but Mummies breast isn’t a too distant second either.
I’m already in love with my son – and I cant wait to show him off to the world! (http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l8/grantandalicia/Jeddhospital004.jpg)