I was nervous to say the least...mostly about the needles (IV, Spinal, and the scalpel of course). We arrived at 9:30 and had to wait in the waiting room until after 10am...waiting, waiting. Oh, and I was starving-hadn't eaten since 8-9pm the night before, and didn't sleep much past 4am!
Then I was taken into pre-op and was given a gown and some socks to change into. The nurse then hooked me and baby up to some machines to track our vitals and asked me a billion questions. I was NOT looking forward to the IV, but they gave me a shot first to help numb the area, and it wasn't too bad. I was given a nasty drink and was prepped for surgery. Then the waiting began...waiting until noon when the surgery was scheduled (and when my Dr., Sherry Neyman, was to arrive). The anesthesiologist came in and talked to me as well as some nurses and tried to make small talk to help the time pass. And we waited an extra 30 minutes since Dr. Neyman didn't arrive until about 12:30pm. But then the madness began!
I was wheeled into the operating room with bright lights and people everywhere (totally reminded me of Grey's), and then it was fast and furious everyone prepping me for surgery, the anesthesiologist giving me the spinal (totally not as bad as I was thinking), and prepping my belly for surgery, getting the curtain up, etc. etc. It was then that it began to feel like I wasn't there...like I was just watching everything happen to someone else. I could feel my legs and the team prepping my stomach, so I let them know and they told me I'd feel sensations/pressure, but no pain. They pinched me to make sure I was indeed numb, and then it began! They talked me through what was happening, and I was just picking up phrases here and there...'lots of amniotic fluid', 'baby is mooning us', 'BIG baby', etc. etc. It crossed my mind that the baby would be 15 pounds with all the sugar I had been eating...thank goodness she was only 8! And after what felt like forever I heard Shawn say, 'It's a girl!'. I was so surprised since I was really expecting a boy for some reason. It took a little time to get used to the idea of an Allison instead of a Seth (though now I'm SO THRILLED to have a girl). I heard the cry right away-whew big sigh of relief! The nurses wiped her down, measured, weighed, etc. and Shawn brought her over to me so I could get my first look at our daughter-so crazy! It really didn't click yet and didn't even feel like my baby, but it was still a nice moment.
After what felt like forever of sewing me up, I was wheeled into the recovery area alone and told them I wanted to try to breast feed ASAP. They finally brought the baby and handed her to me. I had a weird moment...How do I hold her? What do I do? Is anyone going to help me? They just gave her to me! I guess it's about time to start to figure some of this out! I held her to the boob and thank goodness she pretty much knew what to do. After we had a few minutes, they took A to bathe, give a few shots, etc. And Shawn went to be with Allison and I sat in recovery....alone....no phone....couldn't feel my legs....bored! After a few hours I was finally wheeled into the nice corner room and got to talk to my parents, Shawn's parents, A and Shawn. What a day!
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