I wasn’t blogging at the time that my daughter was born. I actually started a year after she came into our lives. And since I’m about to go through the whole childbirth phase again with our son, I thought it would be nice to share the birth story of when Rosalyn was born.
Leading up to my due date, which was November 26th, 2011, we discovered that our little baby was stuck in the breech position. We attempted to change her position using the typical “spinning babies” techniques, but after no success, we accepted the fact that a cesarean was the safest way for me to deliver our baby girl.
I had a pre-op appointment on the Wednesday before my scheduled surgery to discuss what I was to expect on the day of my cesarean and then I went home to prepare the house and my belongings for the arrival of our baby girl.
On the day of my surgery, which was the Monday before Thanksgiving, I woke up without an alarm around 8am. I showered, shaved my legs, washed and blow dried my hair, and dressed in a comfy maternity outfit. We headed to the hospital with our bags and our car seat already installed in the back of our SUV. Upon check-in at the hospital, I was taken into a private cubical to be admitted. The process took about 15 minutes and then I was sent to wait in a waiting room to be called to prep for the surgery.
Once my name was called, I kissed my husband goodbye and I was lead into a small curtained area where I was told to change into my hospital gown and grippy socks. I bagged my street clothes and carried them with me to my next waiting area, where I was shortly escorted – in my backless hospital gown, mind you – to the pre-op area. I met one of my nurses who immediately began to hook me up to ECG (Electrocardiography) lead wires, and set up an IV line.
I will admit that at this point, I began to get a little nervous. I hadn’t undergone major surgery since I had my tonsils and adenoids removed when I was 19 years old. Major abdominal surgery was very daunting for me, especially because I knew that I was going to be awake for the entire procedure. The nurse could sense that I was nervous. She assured me that I was in good hands with my crew and told me to try to relax. She was very sweet.
After what felt like a million years, I was whisked away into an elevator and down a hall in to an operating room. It was the first time I had seen the inside of an operating room – while awake, at least – and I was completely frightened to be there. The only thing that put me at ease was seeing the familiar face of my lovely doctor enter the room. Dr. Clemens is such a wonderful doctor. She greeted me and we briefly chit chatted before we began to discuss the next steps of my procedure. When the anesthesiologist entered the room, he introduced himself and began chatting with me and the rest of the hospital staff. My doctor assured me that he was one of the best. She even told me he was the anesthesiologist who did her spinal block for her own cesarean and that she would trust him blindfolded. She held my hands as I rounded my back and accepted the needle prick of the spinal sub-dural anesthetics. It was a harsher prick than a typical shot, especially considering the placement, but it wasn’t as bad as I had worked it up to be in my mind. I quickly spun my legs onto the operating table before they went numb. My arms were extended out away from my body and were rested on armrests to keep from interfering in the sterile operating area. A blood pressure cuff was placed on my arm and I was told that it would inflate randomly throughout the procedure.
I felt very alone on the operating table. It was very clinical and scary. Instead of being focused on meeting my baby, I was scared to death of being cut open.
The anesthesiologist performed a check to see that my abdomen was numb up to my chest. Shortly after, my husband entered the room and took his place by my side. It was so great to have him close beside me at that exact moment of trepidation. A curtain was setup at my breast bone and the procedure began soon after.
Even though I was numbed up from the spinal, I could still feel the hands of my doctor tugging and pulling on my insides. I don’t remember much about this part of the delivery, except how quickly after beginning my doctor mentioned how much our daughter looked like my husband, and then my baby girl was presented to us over the curtain. I barely caught a glimpse of her and already my heart had melted.
She was cleaned up quickly by the nurses, then she was swaddled and placed on my chest.
It was very uncomfortable to look at her because she was placed right up under my chin. And with everything still being pulled, tugged and suctioned on the other side of the curtain, I struggled to focus on the beautiful creature laying on my chest. What I didn’t have a problem focusing on was her tiny little ear that was right in front of my face. I have a very slight malformation on my right ear, and at this point I realized that my daughter had inherited it!
The minutes seemed to zoom by as I just admired her gorgeous profile and cute little features. Eventually, she was taken back by the nurses and I was left staring at her from a short distance away. They finished closing me back up and stitching my incision site and then I was wheeled away to recovery while my husband stayed behind to watch over our daughter with the nurses.
I wasn’t left alone in recovery very long before my husband walked over with our daughter in her plexiglas crib. At this point, I was finally able to begin holding and nursing her. She latched on perfectly from the very first moment and I was almost to the point of tears. I stared down at her for what seemed like an eternity while my husband and I chatted about how perfect she was.
She was born November 21, 2011 at 1:50pm weighing 8 lbs. 6 oz. and 21 inches long.
After an hour in recovery, the whole family was escorted to our hospital room, where we were able to meet up with my parents and some of our friends to introduce to our new baby girl. Everybody admitted she looked nothing like her mama and everything like her Daddy.
Thankfully, her complexion and features changed slightly over the next several months. She did end up taking a slight resemblance to her mama eventually.
Stay tuned for more pregnancy updates coming soon for her little brother, and eventually, another birth story. Hopefully, the next story will be about a successful VBAC.