Let me start by saying that when we schedule my c-section date, I was not happy with the date itself because I have a thing for even dates. I was born on a even month, an even date and an even year. When the RN that scheduled me for my c-section told me that my dr. only did surgeries on Mondays and that the date I'd have to deliver on was 8/27/12, I was a little un-happy. I was hoping for the 24th or at least the 25th. I was born on a 24th date, so I thought it would be fun for her to be too, but the 25th wasn't bad because although it was odd, my husband is born on a 25th so it would work.
|This is from the night before when I wasn't feeling too hot...|
Little did we know that while it seemed foolish to even think it would change, it might have helped to play a roll in the day that she was actually born.
Friday, August 24th, 2012. It was about 5:45am and Coen was up. He wasn't making a lot of noise, but enough that it made me get out of bed, go upstairs, take a pillow from the guest bedroom and lay on the couch in the loft to listen to him to see if he was really going to get up. Then it hit me. A contraction like I hadn't felt before and it wasn't going away too quickly. At first, I thought nothing of it, but then as I laid there, feeling one after another... several minutes a part, I thought, "OH NO... I have work get done. We can't do this today."
Around 7:15am, Coen and S were out the door, I had warned S about what was happening upstairs but since those couple I had felt upstairs, I hadn't really felt any more since and that was through a shower and everything else to get Coen and S out the door. So, I thought I was okay. Then about 7:30am or 8am, they were back. I decided to work from home for a bit and then just decided to drive in. There were things there that I wanted to wrap up and get done before I just called it a day. So I called my boss, told her the situation and then drove into work, 40 minutes from home.
First, I downloaded an app on my phone to start tracking these contractions because while it felt as though I had a break at home, they weren't stopping now and I just wanted to have an idea before I called L&D to see what they would say...
And then after several contractions, I called Labor & Delivery (while driving to work). I said to the nurse that answered, "I know what you're going to tell me, but let me tell you what's going on with me before you tell me what I don't want to hear." I went on to tell her about contracting every 7 to 9 minutes earlier in the am, that I was about every 5 to 6 minutes now. I had a scheduled c-section on Monday, but my ankles have been starting to swell and while I think I know what you're going to say, I wanted to call in first before I showed up."
The nurse put me on hold and came back a few minutes later, only to say... "I am going to tell you what you don't want to hear and that's that we're going to need you to come into the hospital to get checked out and to see if you're in active labor."
So, I went to work.
I continued into my office. I worked for about 3 hours, collecting all of my contractions on my app while I was there and then I booked out of there. By "collecting all my contractions", I mean, logging them on the one app long enough to get this error (below) and then having to download another app to log the rest.
On my way out, I decided to stop at my sitter's house to drop off a car seat for Coen, because if I was in labor and I did have to stay at the hospital and if my husband were to meet me there, we'd have no way of getting Coen home or even to my parent's house safely. So I stopped on my way back into town to drop off his car seat.
At my sitter's house, I was able to say goodbye to Coen and give him a kiss/hug. It was a lot more emotional for me than I ever thought and I cried the rest of the way to the hospital just thinking about him and everything that was going to (potentially) be changing in his little world in just a few hours.
By this time, it was only about 11:20am.
I got to the hospital and they checked me in, hooked me up to the monitors, asked about my contractions and helped me breath through them and checked on my progress internally, too. They said they were going to monitor me for a little while (15 minutes) and they'd be back.
Before I knew it, another nurse was in my room dropping off my husband's scrub outfit that he was going to wear for the c-section. I said to her, "Oh, what's that? Are we doing a c-section?" She said, "Yes, you are. Oh, you don't know? We're doing it at 12:30pm."
It was 11:40am at this point and my husband hadn't left his job yet, and he was at least 20 minutes away. At this point, I started to get a bit freaked out that we'd have to move into the surgical room before S arrived and with that emotion, plus the pain of my contractions, things weren't very much fun.
In the next 30 minutes, I had an IV started, fluids going, registration come into the room, several nursers were in and out, I was given another bag of liquid (that I was told had to be done before I could go into surgery), I was being shaved and cleaned for where the incision will be, and my nurse was still gathering information from me as well. They were trying to locate my dr and make sure that she was going to be able to make it.
And then before I knew it, I could hear my husband's voice in the hallway and the anesthesiologist was in our room talking to us about the spinal and my husband was putting on his scrub outfit. My dr. arrived about 12:40pm and by then they barely waited for her to say hi before I was in the hallway going into the OR. It was wild.
Last time was fast, my transition from labor to c-section. But this time it seemed just as fast or even faster because I didn't actually labor in the hospital for any length of time like I had last time.
I could hear the anesthesiologist talking to my husband as we walked down the hallway about where he could sit when we got into the OR and then before I knew it, I was jumping from one bed to another, and asked to turn around with my legs off the side of the bed. My nurse and my dr. were both talking me through the spinal, as well as the anesthesiologist and before I knew it, it was done and I was beginning to feel numb.
As like last time, my dr. talked me through the entire procedure (I remember even telling her that today was the day I wanted her born anyway, because of the even numbers and I told my dr. that I had growled at the girl that scheduled me on 8/27/12...), the anesthesiologist was giving me updates as to what I might feel next and before I knew it, S was sitting next to me and we were waiting patiently for our daughter to arrive. With my c-section, the dr. told me that I would feel a lot of pressure (the typical thing they tell mom's when delivering by c-section) and then we waited to hear her cry.
And then, there it was.
My dr. was telling me how much she looked like Coen, we waited to get a good look at her and then the anesthesiologist pulled the curtain down and there she was, screaming and looking perfect.
Emerson Ann arrived at 1:15pm.
She weighed 7 lbs, 15 oz and 20 inches in length.
She has a full head of dark brown hair and is just absolutely beautiful.
S went over to meet her and after a little while, they had her cleaned up and ready to meet her mommy. They brought her over and laid her next to me on my bed and we snapped a few pictures before her and S were out the door and left to go to the nursery for a bit.
I had been talking with the anesthesiologist about how after S left the OR, I didn't want to really know or hear what was going on. Last time, that might have been the worst part of the whole experience... laying there being jerked and poked around while I couldn't feel it but I could hear everything. I hated it.
S said he spent about 30 minutes or more with Emerson in the nursery while they weighed her, measured her and monitored her for a bit. Then they came into my room where I was able to try and nurse. It was immediate that she was ready to nurse and she's great at it like her brother.
And there you have it. Emerson Ann, born Friday, August 24th, 2012.
We couldn't be more happy. Honest.