A lot of you will be surprised, based on some of the blogs that I have written before, to discover that I opted for, nay, ASKED for, a planned c-section. If you remember I have actually said before that I really had no desire to have an all natural birth. My first c-section, despite being an emergency was easy. I healed easily. I loved it. The more and more time that passed this time around the less and less I wanted to experience a VBAC. (Some of the pictures to the left is just us having last minute fun before Monica came.)
When Adam and I moved here to Martinsburg and I had to meet with my new OBGYN, she asked me, or double checked with me really, that I was going to attempt a VBAC. I told her my worries and this is how she responded: (a summation of what she said :)
My first son was born c-section and according to me I had an awesome recovery and I was on blood thinners for NONE of that. In her mind me attempting a repeat c-section, even though it puts anyone at a higher risk for clots, was not something to worry about especially since this time I was on thinners. My doctor also said that the more nervous I was about a vaginal birth, the harder it was going to be for me, and there was no guarantee that I wouldn't have to have another emergency c-section anyway.
I know it sounds like she was trying to convince me to have a c-section, but really she was just trying to make me feel better about the thoughts that I WANTED to have one. I really REALLY love my doctor and I think she could sense that I had already made my decision and was trying to make me feel better about it. She was very open to doing a VBAC if I wanted it and told me the decision was all mine. She actually told me she wanted me to take the week to think on it- to not make any decision before that.
The clincher in the entire conversation was when she mentioned that she was going to be out of town the first two weeks of August. Right when I would deliver all naturally. So if I DID decide to go that route, my high risk pregnancy and birth would be at the hands of some other attending (who I specifically DID NOT choose for good reasons) residents, and the med students.
I love med students. You could have 20 of them in a room watching me give birth and I wouldn't mind. However, NONE of them is going to touch me, assist etc. I wanted MY doctor and no one else. And if I wanted my doctor- it was going to be a c-section.
So the date was set! I was going to be taken a few days before 39 weeks- all repeat c-sections are done early that way the woman doesn't go into labor on her own. Mine was a few days before 39 weeks because my doctor wanted it on a Friday. (All the med students are in class on Friday so me having an operation that day ASSURED that there would be no one without an MD in the operating room. Bar Adam of course.) I felt really at ease about it ever since- we were able to plan family and friends to help us- Adam was able to take time off (which was a HUGE blessing since he has been working surgery. If I had happened to go into labor on my own and Adam was in the OR- then I would have been STUCK laboring on my own. Also another reason for the planned c-section.)
My in-laws came into town on Thursday July the 25th- they were going to help Adam and I while I was in the hospital. I slept maybe an hour or two total that night- nerves, fear, excitement- I sat up in bed watching Friends on my iPad for HOURS to keep myself calm. Adam slept great despite his nerves- he had kept on asking me if the doctors were sure she would be okay- that she was big enough, that her lungs were developed enough...
Adam and I were up at 4am Friday morning- the 26th. Showered, Adam ate (I couldn't) loaded the car, drove to the hospital, and I was in my labor bed in a gown by five thirty. My surgery was scheduled for 7:30 and I had been shocked that the hospital thought that they were going to need two and a half hours to get everything settled- but they used the whole two hours. Between blood tests, and baby monitoring, anesthesia counseling, paper signing... its a lot.
The last half was just Adam and I in the room talking. About ten to 7 the prep nurse came in and told me that a woman had just showed up in labor and there was some issue that meant she needed to be dealt with first. My surgery was going to be pushed back till 1pm. I was devastated and livid. Adam was livid. I hadn't slept, I hadn't eaten or had anything to drink so I was parched, I was nauseous. After months of lactose and tolerance, no sleep, nausea, extreme nerve pain, self administering shots that left huge bruises on me every day- I was DONE. I wanted her OUT.
I think the Lord could feel my distress because at 7:05 the anesthesiologist walked into the room and started talking to me about the different meds I was going to receive. Adam and I were super confused until we heard them mention in passing that the woman who had come in was stable and laboring fine and that my doctor insisted on taking cadre of me first. Now- if another woman needed serious help I didn't want to stop her from getting it but I was pretty stoked that my doctor considered me a first priority.
It went fast from there. Adam went to change-they took me next door to the OR to get my spinal. I was a little nervous without Adam in the room, and I guess right after the spinal my heat rate kinda dipped cuz they had to give me TWO shots of ephedrine to keep me steady. Ephedrine makes you feel WEIRD. But then they gave me a shot of the most amazing anti-nausea medicine- I felt better than I had in MONTHS.
Adam came in and sat by my head- my doctor is one of his attending's and he has worked with some of the nurses so it was REALLY fun to have a natural repore with them. I'm not sure how long into it- probably fifteen minutes or so- they told me- "Here she comes!"
He also did an amazing job by the way :) Everyone who has seen my scar has been ridiculously impressed by how small, skinny and great looking it is. The guy actually told me that my old scar, while fine, looked a little bulky so he was going to scrape it away and make me look better. I responded with an enthusiastic, "Go for it!" (and I hadn't even thought my old scar looked bad!) All the nurses, and the myriad of doctors that we had in the room kept on telling me that I was the best patient and the easiest c-section they have ever had. Adam says they DO NOT say that to everyone, and its because I have "a pleasant personality" but I think its just because they were so great and efficient and the Lord, thankfully, gave me a body that while struggling to be fit, heals from hurt fast. Blessings.
Its amazing how fast mothering things that you haven't done in two years come back to you. I had to have a nurse help me position her the first I breast fed but after that we had no issues with breast feeding, diaper changing- all easy peasy. (This is Monica on the left, and Logan on the right. You can tell they are related right?)
My in-laws brought Logan to see me right around 10:30- he was in love with Monica right from the start. The only way he would let go of her so Adams parents could see her was for us to distract him with the present Monica got him. Which he was equally excited about :) It was amazing to all sit around my bed together though- our little family. It was so relieving for me to have Logan so enthralled with his sister that he would totally forget about kissing me. They all left, Adam included, around 11:30 so I could sleep, and right after they left the room Logan came running back in so he could say good-bye to baby Monica one more time. One of the most endearing moments of my life. (Though to be honest- we have had A LOT of those since Monica was born.)
I stayed in the hospital till Sunday. I was actually allowed to stay until Monday if I wanted, and I did kind of want too. My c-section was healing great, but I was in a lot of pain. Mostly because I was not ready for the after birth pains? Yeah- those of you who have not a second kid watch out. I don't even remember feelings Logans, but this time every time I peed or nursed it was like I was in the middle of labor. Awful. And my pain meds were kind of restricted thanks to the fact that I have to be on blood thinners till 6 weeks post pardum. However, my day nurses were AMAZING and helpful- my night nurses were from hell. They ignored me, I went whole nights with no pain relief- I decided that while I could use an extra day of hospital rest, I would probably get better rest at home where I could manage my own pain relief.
So Adam picked us up around 2 and we came home! My in-laws had made an adorable banner for us :) Logan had SO much fun with them- he got a little spoiled which was EXACTLY what he needed, and Adam and I got a little spoiled because despite the fact that Adams surgical attending gave him the weekend off, Adams parents took full care of Logan and the house so Adam could spend more time with me. They were fantastic to us and I couldn't have been more grateful.
And I am now realizing that this post is forever long, and probably forever boring so I will sign off here, and give you the update on our first week as a family of four in the next few days. WE can sum by saying however, that it has been AMAZING. Logan has been great, Monica is totally healthy, and I had forgotten how much I LOVE having a newborn. So far two kids has been no issue and I fully believe that the Lord has just been blessing us that way Adam has no reason to stress more than he needs too while he's working in surgery. We do indeed have a blessed and beautiful life.