The night before my c-section, I rested but I couldn't really say I slept. We left the house bright and early and surprisingly my nerves were somewhat eased. I guess I had gotten out most of my "negative" nervousness in all the days prior. My only tell of nervousness that day was my non-stop laughter and terrible jokes I made with the hospital staff.
Everything moved very quickly. I honestly didn't have that much time to think. I kept glancing at the clock and realizing it would be such a short time before I would finally be meeting Jackson. When it was finally time to walk over to the OR, more laughter and terrible jokes were made until the spinal was done and it was time to get down to business. Finally reality kicked in and my nerves made me silent and still. My husband was brought in at 7:45 and by 7:47 Jackson arrived with a very loud cry! Relief immediately washed over me when I knew that he had arrived safely and healthy.
The hardest part of the whole ordeal was the being put back together part. It took the longest and I could definitely feel tugging and such. I just kept trying to concentrate on Jackson and everything that was going on behind me. I have to say the worst part of a c-section is that you don't get to hold your baby immediately. It's kind of like the momentous occasion is delayed a bit. It makes me twitchy to watch all the other people get to handle him first. My inner mama bear definitely wants to rear it's ugly head in those moments as I impatiently wait my turn.
He is beautiful.
He is wonderful.
Part two coming soon with all the details of the first days, recovery and differences of the second time around.