Off the bat let me tell you that my Ob-Gyn, a man in his 40s, upon meeting me for the first time brought up a high school rivalry that dated A-G-E-S ago. 1. I was not even in high school when it started and 2. I did not partake in it because I have never played football.
So how about that for breaking the ice before you ask me personal questions and are about to share with me the first visual of my unborn child.
I did make it full-term, and I had thought about attempting a vaginal birth because it’s possible, called a VBAC. So I wanted to see what my options were. Boop! Bop! Nope! My Ob-Gyn had no interest in my options and said repeated C-section will be the only way we go. Baby was breech so it ran its course because he stayed in that position, so yeah, there ended up being no other choice.
On surgery day, I get to the hospital super early in the morning, got rolled into pre-op and was left there for what felt like ages! In the afternoon, I was finally rolled into the operating room, yay! And was filled with questions and nurses taking bets on how I was going to have multiples…you know, because that’s what you want to think about just before they open you up (eye roll hard).
This time since I didn’t go into labor, the anesthesiologist administered an epidural and I was conscious throughout the procedure. After a few minutes my child had made his way into the world. After everything went well; measuring, weighing, fingerprinting, etc., he was taken to the nursery and I had to still wrap up some things with some papers about my placenta (which I hadn’t done for my first pregnancy/C-section). Still groggy off the epidural, the Ob-Gyn, joked it was so he could take it home and eat it, I believe and hope that it was so that the hospital could dispose of it properly.
Afterwards, I was taken into post-op for the epidural to “wear off” and I was in a place separated solely by a curtain from tons of other people that had other surgeries, so immediately I went into panic mode because of the obvious risks of infection that could possibly occur and I wanted no part in that mess. I wiggled and wiggled my fingers and hands and just every inch of my body, and at the first sight of a nurse, I called out I felt everything, I could move everything, and I was good to go to my room.
I was taken to a shared room, and when that wasn’t going to happen, I was taken to an independent room. I still had not seen my child and did not get to see him for 8 hours. I wanted to breastfeed, well that was taken away from me, at least initially, because of his size his sugar had dropped and since they took forever to bring him to me, he was given formula. When I asked why he hadn’t been brought to me sooner in other to avoid a sugar drop of an infant I heard *crickets*.
I left as soon as it was medically possible, I did not want to leave my child in that hospital so because of jaundice we stayed a few extra days. We never looked back once we left, but I’m thankful I had my baby boy without incidents of infection or anything like that.