DD2’s birth story
After an induction, long labour and emergency c-section last time, we decided to welcome this little girl into the world by an elective c-section. We were thrilled to learn that we had been booked in at 39+2 as that fell on my Grandmother’s birthday and was several days clear of our older child’s birthday (we really didn’t want them to fall on the same day!).
At 4:30am the alarm went off and I was amazed that I had managed to sleep soundly for six whole hours overnight. I had so many butterflies in my tummy as I hit the shower and washed my hair about three times as I knew it could be a while before I had my next shower. DH kindly had his breakfast while I was showering since I needed to fast, then loaded the bags and esky into the car. He had made up several sandwiches with my favourite cold-meat fillings that I had been longing for all pregnancy, and I was really looking forward to getting stuck into them later in the day.
By 5:20 we were on the road, and it felt surreal knowing that we were on the way to becoming a family of four while everyone else was still sleeping. We got to the hospital in record time thanks to the lack of traffic and I waited nervously in emergency while DH parked the car in the nearest all-day parking station. At 5:45 DH and I headed up to the day surgery admissions area. We had hoped that it might be a first-come, first-served situation – I think others had the same idea as there was a large crowd of people all queuing up outside waiting for the doors to open at 6am. When the doors did open people all walked very quickly down the hall until we arrived at the admissions desk and saw a sign telling us to sit and wait to be called. We sat on the hard plastic chairs and I tried to ignore the hungry noises my tummy was making.
At 7am we were called by the admissions lady and after a few questions we made it… to the second waiting room. After a little while a nurse took us to get changed and leave our bag in the locker. We returned to the waiting room in our fashionable hospital clothes and didn’t have a magazine or phone to distract us anymore so the wait felt much longer.
At 8:45 just as I was starting to feel a bit unwell from lack of food and drink, we were called in to see a nurse for a blood test and blood pressure test. We had only been in the room a minute before it started filling up with people. First came the anaesthetist, then two midwives, then a surgeon. They explained that the previous c-section candidate was scheduled in due to a breech baby, but as they were prepping her for surgery the baby turned so now all the surgery staff were set to go for the next on the list – me – and were just waiting for me to come in! So within minutes I was walked to the preparation room, and by 9am I was sitting on the table as the anaesthetist explained what was about to happen with the spinal! I suddenly felt quite teary and emotional and was very keen for things to be underway. I took deep breaths and tried to visualise myself going for a run in the clear crisp winter air while they did the spinal.
A male orderly or nurse came and stood in front of me, holding my shoulders to keep me still. I had to hunch over and I closed my eyes as they put a few coats of the freezing cold wash on my back. It was so cold that I started shivering. The local stung a lot as it went in, much more than a normal needle but it only lasted a few seconds. I held my breath as I felt a ‘click’ type sensation when the spinal went in then a blissfully warm feeling started to take over from that cold wash and I was very grateful knowing that was over. I quickly was helped into position on the table, and remember my legs feeling heavy and uncoordinated within seconds. I could then feel the surgeons moving my legs around but it was like they didn’t belong to my body – very odd. I started to feel nauseous so told the anaesthetist straight away and then began to feel very sleepy and faint. I managed to slur “I feel sleepy” before things blurred. I kept hearing them calling my name, they put an oxygen mask on and pushed something into the drip. It felt like I was floating around in slow motion but soon the drugs kicked in and I started to feel normal again. The anaesthetist had warned me earlier that this was a common occurrence so I wasn’t freaked out by it, just glad it was over.
At 9:20ish DH came in and I began to feel lots of tugging and pulling on my lower half. It still felt heavy but not painful. The surgeon described it as feeling like my body was a big handbag and they were rummaging around in the bottom for the keys – this is EXACTLY how it felt. I was being shaken all over the place, and felt a bit like a bobble head toy at times. It seemed to take a long time and there was a lot of pressure being applied up near my ribs which made it harder to breathe. We later found out that DD was stuck up in the ribs and was very difficult to get out. In the end they pulled her out with forceps through the incision and told us she would have been there for ages if we’d waited for a natural labour.
At 9:43 the curtain was dropped and DD was born. DH was able to see her lifted out and said “she’s a girl”. It was amazing to see her there, covered in vernix and to hear her start crying straight away. DH went over to trim the cord and I became fixated on the blood splatter on the curtain. DH brought DD straight over and we had skin to skin with the help of the midwives who also helped DD get near the breast. She attached at one point for a brief suckle but with the curtain, the tubes in my hands and the blood pressure cuff restricting one arm I found it too hard to try a decent feed.
I suddenly felt incredibly tired and struggled to hold my eyes open. The anaesthetist told DH that this is common, and is caused by all the adrenaline and hormonal changes once the baby is born. So I just lay there half dozing with DD on my chest as they finished stitching me up. One of the surgeons came and told us that I had such a good uterus I could have another ten c-sections! I remember thinking how silly that was at the time but was too sleepy to respond. I got the shakes right at the end but I knew this could happen so didn’t worry and they wore off once I was in recovery under a heated blanket.
DD came with me the whole way and had a feed while we were there. She then did a big wee which was how they knew my spinal was starting to wear off as I asked what that warm sensation was all down one side!
Two weeks on and I’ve had a very slow and painful recovery but I look back on the actual birth with such happy memories. As far as surgery goes, this was just a fantastic and calm experience without any of the stress from the emergency c-section last time. We are in love with our little girl and can’t imagine life without her.
Her details were 3.09kg, 49cm. She scored 9 and 9.
Edited by purple_daisy, 12 June 2013 - 04:24 PM.