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My Beautiful RCS w/doula support
I woke up Thursday morning w/ nervous tears, a grumbly stomach, lots of
bloody show, and a few strong contractions. I knew that today was the
day that my last baby was going to arrive. I was super focused on
letting go of all the disappointment and anger of how my baby would
arrive b/c I didn't want it to tarnish the special event.
i managed to walk a few miles on the treadmill before heading in, knowing that exercise was 6 weeks away and would be a challenge to get back to.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't super anxious about the c/s. My mind was racing of thoughts of the 1st cut, 1st step out of bed, 1st walk in the hallway, not experiencing child birth, pain during the spinal, being put under again. As we drove to the hospital, I tried to tune out the images.
By the time, we got to the hospital, I was pretty well under control. Our doula met us there and quickly got me breathing calmly and deeply. As we went through each step to the c/s I found myself amazed that I was not hyperventilating, crying, or overly anxious. I was smiling and calm.
When my 1st dr arrived, he had my birth preferences in my hand with marks and circles! He said " Don't worry Miranda, we're going to make this a special birthday just for you!"
The dr's had managed to secure the excellent anesthesiologist, my favorite two dr's from the practice and great nurses for my surgery. Everything went smoothly. The spinal was placed quickly and painlessly. As I lay back on the table, I remember thinking I would normally be crying, shaking, or vomiting, but instead I felt empowered and strong. I was going to enjoy this. My husband said it looked like I was in a trance.
As they started the incision, I made the mistake of glancing up, only to catch a reflection of the incision. Instead of freaking out, I told myself that I was watching and being a part of my baby being born. Then I kept my eyes closed for the rest of the procedure. When it was finally time to pull out the baby 10 minutes into surgery, I did feel lots of pressure. I was having trouble breathing, but as soon as the baby was pulled into world, I could breathe again.
The dr's first comment was "this baby is a chunky monkey!"
Jason watched the baby's birth and was doing his best to get a glimpse of the gender. Finally the baby uncrossed his legs, and Jason announced that we had had a batman (Andrew said if it was a boy, we could name it batman. A girl would be Joker.). The baby was brought around the curtain to me and I was able to see the smeary and gooey head and body, something I hadn't seen before.
I smiled to myself knowing that I was officially outnumbered and would not be decorating or buying clothes for a little girl.
The baby was placed near my shoulder, while I nuzzled him for a few minutes. Unfortunately he started to lose his color and was brought back to the nursery to be cleaned up.
After a couple minutes, I asked for the twilight meds so I could relax during the stitching. My doula reminded me that I wanted to be alert, and I agreed to have a whiff of them rather than a full dose. I am grateful for that although it would've been nice to have passed out for the 30-45 minutes that I was stitched up.
I forget how I got to the recovery room, but think I was wheeled in while baby was at nursery. In recovery we were reunited and I enjoyed quiet moments and bf the baby. It was there that I found out that the baby was 9lbs even and was certain that this must've been the reason that things hadn't worked out the way I wanted them to. I silently thanked whoever was watching over me that they had helped me to choose a c/s as a safe way for baby to come into world.
My husband called his mother who was extremely upset b/c we hadn't told her when we were going in for the surgery. She was angry b/c my parents knew that I was at the hospital (since they were at our house), but she didn't. It didn't really matter though b/c she had been hanging out at a nearby store waiting for the call and came quickly over to berate my husband and me. Fortunately the baby was too cute for words and we side tracked her with him.
Recovery was excellent. 24 hours after the c/s I was walking laps around the hospital. 48 hours later, I completed 16 laps in a row and was able to take care of my self easily. The nurses explained that this was one of the huge differences between a spinal vs. general anesthesia, and this might explain why I shudder when I remember Matthew's recovery.
So all in all, a great experience. I'm blessed and grateful. Thank you so much for being supportive and understanding to my experience.
i managed to walk a few miles on the treadmill before heading in, knowing that exercise was 6 weeks away and would be a challenge to get back to.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't super anxious about the c/s. My mind was racing of thoughts of the 1st cut, 1st step out of bed, 1st walk in the hallway, not experiencing child birth, pain during the spinal, being put under again. As we drove to the hospital, I tried to tune out the images.
By the time, we got to the hospital, I was pretty well under control. Our doula met us there and quickly got me breathing calmly and deeply. As we went through each step to the c/s I found myself amazed that I was not hyperventilating, crying, or overly anxious. I was smiling and calm.
When my 1st dr arrived, he had my birth preferences in my hand with marks and circles! He said " Don't worry Miranda, we're going to make this a special birthday just for you!"
The dr's had managed to secure the excellent anesthesiologist, my favorite two dr's from the practice and great nurses for my surgery. Everything went smoothly. The spinal was placed quickly and painlessly. As I lay back on the table, I remember thinking I would normally be crying, shaking, or vomiting, but instead I felt empowered and strong. I was going to enjoy this. My husband said it looked like I was in a trance.
As they started the incision, I made the mistake of glancing up, only to catch a reflection of the incision. Instead of freaking out, I told myself that I was watching and being a part of my baby being born. Then I kept my eyes closed for the rest of the procedure. When it was finally time to pull out the baby 10 minutes into surgery, I did feel lots of pressure. I was having trouble breathing, but as soon as the baby was pulled into world, I could breathe again.
The dr's first comment was "this baby is a chunky monkey!"
Jason watched the baby's birth and was doing his best to get a glimpse of the gender. Finally the baby uncrossed his legs, and Jason announced that we had had a batman (Andrew said if it was a boy, we could name it batman. A girl would be Joker.). The baby was brought around the curtain to me and I was able to see the smeary and gooey head and body, something I hadn't seen before.
I smiled to myself knowing that I was officially outnumbered and would not be decorating or buying clothes for a little girl.
The baby was placed near my shoulder, while I nuzzled him for a few minutes. Unfortunately he started to lose his color and was brought back to the nursery to be cleaned up.
After a couple minutes, I asked for the twilight meds so I could relax during the stitching. My doula reminded me that I wanted to be alert, and I agreed to have a whiff of them rather than a full dose. I am grateful for that although it would've been nice to have passed out for the 30-45 minutes that I was stitched up.
I forget how I got to the recovery room, but think I was wheeled in while baby was at nursery. In recovery we were reunited and I enjoyed quiet moments and bf the baby. It was there that I found out that the baby was 9lbs even and was certain that this must've been the reason that things hadn't worked out the way I wanted them to. I silently thanked whoever was watching over me that they had helped me to choose a c/s as a safe way for baby to come into world.
My husband called his mother who was extremely upset b/c we hadn't told her when we were going in for the surgery. She was angry b/c my parents knew that I was at the hospital (since they were at our house), but she didn't. It didn't really matter though b/c she had been hanging out at a nearby store waiting for the call and came quickly over to berate my husband and me. Fortunately the baby was too cute for words and we side tracked her with him.
Recovery was excellent. 24 hours after the c/s I was walking laps around the hospital. 48 hours later, I completed 16 laps in a row and was able to take care of my self easily. The nurses explained that this was one of the huge differences between a spinal vs. general anesthesia, and this might explain why I shudder when I remember Matthew's recovery.
So all in all, a great experience. I'm blessed and grateful. Thank you so much for being supportive and understanding to my experience.
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Re: My Beautiful RCS w/doula support
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