Well, we had to stay a few extra days for lil Duckie, and we got home this morning a little before noon. I have lots and lots of pics, and I'll get them put up tomorrow sometime in an album thruout the day when Brad's napping and I'm awake. Well, we had called my cousin and he said he wasnt feeling good at all, and that Greg would have to ride with us, so then the 3 of us piled into my mom's car, and my mom let Greg drive because she was a little nervous that morning, and she hates Greenville traffic that early in the morning.
We got to the hospital at 6:15, but they didnt have a room ready for me yet, so they asked us to wait in the waiting room and they'd come and get us (got a few pics) I get into my room around 6:30 something, and get into my gown and hooked up. They told me that my c-section would be a little later because they had an emergency c-section at the moment, and mine would be around 10 or 10:30. Ah well, that's ok.
I had asked my nurse if my mom would be allowed in the OR room again like last year, she kept saying no politely, saying the issues, the picky anestiesiologist, and that she would have to look after her if she fainted. MY MOM WORKS AROUND WORSE. she aint gonna faint... I asked every time she came in.
Well, I was doing pretty good, but then my anxiety kept going up every couple of mins, and making my blood pressure go up, and I was getting cloudy minded and wiggling and moaning in my bed, trying not to flip out and scream. I kept watching the time, which I shouldnt have done....
well, I was still asking her every time she came in, then she finally broke and said she would talk to her. A few mins later the anestiesiologist came in to meet me and to go over things with me, and i was teary eyed asking her if they could both be in there, and that my mom would be in the back out of the way, and that I'm bipolar with severe anxiety and would be calmer with both of them in the room. She smiled and said "usually I wouldnt, but I dont see why not, since it was done in an emergency situation last year and everything went well in the room with her in there too" I smiled, shead a tear, and said "thank you". She said it shouldnt be too much longer.
I started to flip out more and more, pretty much shaking back and forth looking like a loon in my bed, and moaning a lot. I got up to go pee around 8:30, and about 5 mins later when I walked out the bathroom door, my Dr and anestiesiologist came in and asked if I was ready. I smiled and said "Now?", and they said "Yep, we actually got you in a little early today" Wow! She wasnt lying when she said it wouldnt be too much longer.
They walked me back to the OR to give my my spinal (no needle staying in the back this time!), and i was so grateful for the timing they had, because I was on the brink of loosing a screw in my head, but the nurse rubed the top of my back while I leaned on her, and she had to press my neck down so that my back would arch back, and while she was talking to me and comforting me while rubbing the top of my back, I got my spinal, and it instantly hit me, and I started to calm down quickly, and going into a dazy but still concious state.
They got a hold of my upper part, grabbed my legs, swung them on top of the table and laid me on my back. I just said "Wheee!!" My blood pressure was way up since I was about to have a panic attack, and by the time I was on my back, I was feeling great. She asked me if I felt calmer, and I said "you gave me it just in time, because I was about to have a panic attack"
They start raising up and taping my fat belly to get ready for the bikini cut, then Dr. Upatham came in and then I saw blue, and was halfway in reality. I then heard greg and my mom come in, and I could see greg out of the corner of my eye. I just laid there, feeling zips and tugs, but no pain, then him pushing, and saying "here he comes..."
Then I heard the cutest and funniest first cries, HE SOUNDED LIKE A DUCK!!! Yes, his first cries were very fast and sounded like a duck quacking. He now has the name "Duckie" for the rest of his life, lol. I got a quick peek of him from greg before they wisked him off.
7 lbs 3 oz, 19 1/2 inches long, 9:38 AM
I laid there, and Dr. Upatham asked me "Ok, final time, no more babies"
"No more babies, cut away"
I felt the pressure and heard the cut, and knew it was done. then tug tug tug, still kind of out of it, and the fun part, them manouvering me off the OR table onto my bed. I was in the recovery room for an hour, and was wide awake the whole time. Greg's grandparents were there and his grandma came in to see me, then my mom, then greg.
That's when they gave me the news that my lil Duckie was in the NICU, all wired up and on oxygen. He had swallowed a little too much amniotic fluid, and turned out to be a week premature. I wasnt worried though. I never had one bad feeling about it.
So it was a lot different than last year, because Brad couldnt be in the room with me, and Bryan was brought to me as I got into the room. Me, Greg, and my mom were just doing nothing but talking for a few hours, watched a little TV, and then my mom left at 3 because she had to go to work that night.
I was hooked up to my morphine, and took a nap. Greg kept checking up on Duckie since I was bed ridden and having my feelings coming back to my legs. At 11 pm that night they let me go in with greg in a wheel chair and look at him. I didnt get to hold him till the next night. The 2nd day went by and I got up and walking around and got off the morphine onto Vicodens. They let me hold him that night, since he was doing better.
By the end of the 3rd day he wad doing so well that they took the tube out of his nose and he actually ate from a bottle, and they let me feed him.
Yesterday Morning they let him in the room with us, because he was doing everything normally. My mom and cousin chris came up with Bryan, and he didnt really pay much attention to Brad, until the end when Greg took him over to Brad, when my mom was holding him, and Bryan went to touch him.
Early this morning his doc gave the OK and they followed in with discharge papers, and we got home at around 11 this morning. Bryan get scared every time he starts crying, so someone's gotta be holding and giving him attention while I'm tending to Brad.
Brad just woke up Bryan, since it was feeding time, and Bryan is just so scared he's actually crying tears. Greg was taking his sleep shift while my mom rocked scared bryan for a while and I fed Brad. This is going to take a little while....