Well it's over 3 months since it happened and I've been meaning to post here but my little refluxy colicky bubba has distracted me somewhat. She's now pretty much over those and sleeping through now so I can post about my positive c-section experience.
I had always wanted a c-sec, never saw myself giving birth 'naturally'. So after a few months of IVF and a few months of pregnancy I told my ob/fertility specialist I wanted one and he was surprisingly supportive. He looked at my fairly tall and large DH and said "well looks like baby will be big and you have quite a big head don't you so it's probably a good thing". Took a while for hubby to register what he was saying.
Anyhow, I had an elective c-section planned for 1 week before due date.
So, when I was late term I was classed as high risk because my baby was lying transverse with her arms and legs downwards and umbilical cord sitting right over my cervix, which meant that if my waters broke there was a risk of 'umbilical prolapse' where the cord comes out first and can cut off oxygen to baby. This meant that my elective c-section was changed to a scheduled c-section 2 weeks before due date and I was hospitalised 4 weeks before due date for rest and observation.
My waters broke when I was 3 weeks pre-term and painting my toenails in my hospital room. I got to use the big red emergency button next to the loo and within seconds about 5 nurses rushed in and bundled me onto the bed and elevated my bottom. The nurses were great, I wasn't freaking out particularly but they were so reassuring and really lovely while getting me to the operating theatre.
I was a bit scared when they were putting the epidural in even though it didn't hurt, and I honestly think that if I didn't know what was involved with an epi I would have not stressed at all. Ignorance is bliss, right?
My husband was a bit late getting there so they held up procedings until he arrived. When he did arrive he was wearing thongs so they let him borrow another surgeon's white wellies (the only ones that would fit his size 12s) and we went into theatre. He had been doing some gardening and dropped everything to rush in.
When we did go into theatre it was so very quick. I remember the surgeon (he wasn't my usual obstetrician, he was away for the weekend) complaining about the music available, but he was so very good. He was actually the fertility specialist who put my baby in me in the first place, as an embryo so I didn't mind at all that he was taking her out. Got a lovely photo of him holding her when she was born. I only wish I could have had a print out of the microscopic multi-celled organism he put in, but I guess that image is burned on mine and DHs memory.
I honestly didn't feel anything apart from some sensation of pulling while it was going on, however there was a shiny steel air vent directly above me that was reflecting just enough to see, so I made sure I looked away because I could see some red stuff at one point and didn't want to see more.
DH was by my side the whole time, holding my hand, and looking rather scared.
When she came out she was checked over and my husband was encouraged to be right there to see it all, and then she was wrapped up and put on my chest while they finished sewing me up. Lots of photos and the nurses even took the camera and took some snaps for us.
Recovery was lovely, my husband was by my side holding our daughter and when we went back to my room the midwives were awesome again. At first I was unable to sit up by myself but they helped me to sit up and see/touch her in her cot. DH slept in our room that night, he was on the floor and had some skin to skin nap time which he loved, and did the first nappy change.
The next day I was up and about, after they took the catheter out I showered with the help of a midwife. After that I was getting around pretty well to the toilet and back, and could see and hold my baby whenever I wanted.
I can honestly say that I had a fantastic c-section experience.