This was totally different than having Dexter. That in itself, should be blogged as its own birth story. As a matter of fact, it will be. It was crazy.
Okay, that being said, Annie was a scheduled c-section. It was the safest route for us. Plus, I had my tubes tied. I know, I know. How do I know for sure I'm done? After the emotional roller coaster of a second pregnancy, complications prior to getting pregnant, and complications during pregnancy, there is no way, emotionally and physically, I can be pregnant again. God has blessed us with two beautiful children and we are thankful for that. I've always been told, you will KNOW when you are done having children. Ladies, it's true. You will no. Don't even try to second guess yourself. You will know.
So Miss Annie was a scheduled section. Problem with a scheduled section? You get to start settling in to worry about a week before the section. The day before? Nerves. Upset stomach. Questioning the surgery. The morning of? Shaking, physically feeling ill, being so nervous. During the surgery? Constantly worrying, feeling like an elephant is sitting on your chest, wanting to beat the crap out of the smarmy anesthesiologist. (Dude you're my age, unmarried, have no kids and never will, have the quintessential barbed wire tattoo, shut the eff up.)
The surgery itself felt a zillion times longer than with Dexter (more on that later). I kept asking Rob to peak around the curtain and tell me if everything was okay. "Is that the baby??" "No" "What about that??" "No." The anesthesiologist's nurse was doing his best to try and keep me warm. By turning on this like 454759487 million degree warming fan thing that went under 12 blankets that were on top of me. I think he thought I was nuts when I was like, um dude, turn that thing off.
After what seemed like an eternity, we heard baby cries. Then we waited oh so impatiently for them to clean her off, all the while listening to "Oh my, she's so beautiful." and "She's perfect, and look at all that hair." While waiting, I got to hear the doctor teaching the resident how to perform a tubal. They finally brought baby Annie over to Rob, but I was tilted down so far, that no matter how Rob moved and turned, I couldn't see her face.
It seemed like closing up my incision took longer than the surgery, but really it seemed that way because I was anxious to see our daughter. They finished up, took Annie from Rob, and took him back to recovery. Then came the fun. They disconnected all of my stuff, minus the IV. Took down the curtain and then I had to move from the OR table to the stretcher/bed. Oh yeah, I'm still feeling the effects of the spinal, which means I can't move. I've been through this before but it's still weird to be tipped to one side, have a backboard put under you, moved, then tipped to the other side, and have the backboard removed. At this point, I was FINALLY given my baby girl, Annalise Lane.
I moved to recovery, where I was able to start moving my legs in about 5 minutes. I was stuck in recovery for a long time though. The hospital had a ton of babies over that week, and I had to wait hours for a room. Plus, baby Annie (sorry, it's what Dexter calls her and it's becoming habit!) was registering low blood sugar (thanks a lot gestational diabetes), so I had to nurse and give her formula to keep her out of the NICU. That went on well into going to my room.
The only problem that hung on after her birth, was my elevated blood pressure. GD?? GONE!!! My doctor started taking my blood pressure manually, and as it turned out, it was actually fine. The machines were registering 30+points higher than when taken manually.
I have never been so full of love in my life. Dexter absolutely loves Annie (so far) and our family feels....complete.
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| Maybe an hour old?? |
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| Serious face.. |
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| Loving on little sis |
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