V had her six-week appointment today and got several shots, so she's still sleeping it off and I'm taking the opportunity to get the laundry done, the dishes unloaded, and some words on the screen. It's been a whirlwind the last six weeks, and I feel like I'm just starting to get a handle on life with a baby. She's now sleeping 10 pm - 5 am, so I feel much less haggard all the time (though recent photos would argue that I'm still looking haggard).
As I previously mentioned, baby girl remained stubbornly transverse until the end, so we went ahead with the scheduled c-section. I had mostly come to terms with the idea, so I tried to enjoy the fact that there was no tedious waiting game. My mom flew in the night before, and I took a leisurely approach to the morning of: I slept in, took a long shower, and even dried my hair. I had Blake take a before picture of my enormous stomach, and then had my Mom take a before picture of our family of three. Yes, three. We count Bear.
Our check-in time was 10:45, so at 10:40 we got in the car and drove the approximately 2 minutes to the hospital and waddled in with our bags. I'm glad I wasn't in labor, because the check-in process took a while (I guess it was a big day for babies?).
We spent the next several hours in the labor and delivery room where I was hooked up to monitors and IVs, watched my feet and legs slowly swell to epic proportions, and Blake had a grand old time in his fancy doctor scrubs. The surgery was scheduled for 12:45 p.m., but I guess our nurses decided to take a long lunch or something because we didn't walk down to the OR until about 2:00.
It was surreal to walk into an operating theater with the bright lights, sterile everything, and Black Eyed Peas playing over the speaker system. Not really the way anyone expects to give birth, right?
I'll spare you all the gory details, but in a nutshell: the spinal didn't work the way it was supposed to, so I felt quite a lot of what was going on (the horror! the horror!), something went wrong with my organs at one point, leading to me losing lots of blood (lots of which I could see splattering up on the sheet separating me from the surgery. Again, the horror! the horror!), and I basically spent the entire 45 minutes crying and wishing I could get up and run away while Blake held my hand and tried not to look panicked.
Also, I hope V is happy being an only child. No more c-sections for me, thank-you-very-much.
But in the end, it was worth it. Because that little squish on the right, came out of that big squish (me - check out those chins!) on the left.
Little V cried for about two seconds when the wiped her off, then as soon as they gave her to Blake, she quieted right down and stared at him. She peacefully stared at her daddy for the rest of the surgery, which was probably the sweetest thing I've ever seen.