Blake wasn't due until April 16th. My OB does his surgery's on Fridays.
Sometime in early March, I asked my doctor when we were going to get this baby out! He said, "Well, you're due the sixteenth, so we could do your c-section on the thirtee...." to which I blurted "Don't you make me have a baby on Friday the thirteenth!" He laughed and said that it would probably be okay to do it on the 6th, even though I wouldn't quite be 39 weeks yet.
Thank goodness she was 10 days early or homegirl would have been huge!
Friday, April 6th, Nate and I had to be at the hospital at 6:30 a.m. Not too bad. WAY better than 4:30 or 5:30!
I got up and washed my hair in the morning, so I wouldn't have to do it in the hospital. It said no make-up on my hospital papers but I said a big H no to that.
We went into the triage room and I got started on an IV, which made me go to the bathroom a zillion times. They also asked a million and a half questions. We sat around and joked and I'm pretty sure I just played Draw Something and read the news (because I'm 90) until it was time to go back.
Although this was my third c-section, I was really nervous. REALLY nervous. Mostly about getting the spinal. Because that shiz hurts. And makes me nauseous and vomit. With Brett, I didn't really know what to expect, with Burke, it was an emergency c-section, so I didn't have time to be nervous before they knocked me out. So this time, I knew what to expect and had plenty of time to think about how bad the needle in my back was going to hurt.
The needle did not disappoint in the pain department! Good thing there was a really great nurse who held my hand and let me put my head on his shoulder and made me take deep breaths. It totally helped. The nurse anesthetist was so great too. She said she was going to give me some anti-nausea drugs right after she did the spinal to keep me from vomiting. Well, she wasn't quick enough. But after the throwing up, I felt better and they got started.
They were really tugging because she was breach. Nate said that my doctor asked for a stool, because he needed to get up higher to pull her out.
And out she came at 10:04 p.m.!
Doesn't she look like a total brute? All chubby and bloody?
I loved her before I even saw her. She looked exactly what I thought she would look like. Still does.
Pre-bath.
Bath time. To get all of the blood chunks out of her hair.
My pretty girl.
Drugged and happy.
Love my fam.
Next up?
Pictures of me struggling to keep my eyes open because I was soooo high.
