Continuation again
When we last left off, I had been moved to the operating table and set up for my C-section. I don't know how many nurses were in the room, but after the fact I know that two doctors were there. Jason sat on a stool where I could see him near my head, and the anesthesiologist stood behind my head near my epidural tube so he could manually add more painkillers and other drugs.
The anesthesiologist asked if I felt that, and I said no, and he said good they just pinched you to see if you were numb enough. I started softly singing songs from the Spongebob squarepants movie to try to distract myself, and I looked at Jason, and he was crying. I don't remember the exact order that stuff happened in very good. I remember suddenly feeling real sick and saying "I'm going to throw up" and the doctor instructing Jason to hold a plastic tray by my face. But of course there was nothing in my stomach to throw up, and the anesthesiologist injected more drugs and the sickness passed.
I remember hearing Trevor cry. I remember a nurse (who I couldn't see) moving Trevor's face where I could see it (I was on my back with my head turned to the side, and his head was moved into my field of vision from behind my head. He was real close to me and his eyes were closed and he had a little hat. The nurse said "you can give him a kiss" so I kissed his cheek. Then the nurse took him away, and Jason left too. The offical time Trevor was born was 5:28AM, pretty much 24 hours after I started feeling contractions.
Being stitched up felt not good. Not as terrible as unmedicated contractions, but I still yelled quite a bit, and the anesthesiologist would pump more drugs in every time I hollered. I said my stomach doesn't hurt, it hurts at the top of my vagina and he said that's because they pulled my uterus out enough to stitch it and it's tugging. And that's a terrible mental picture. I could hear the doctor say "she's not going to like this either" and I hollered some more.
The hurting stopped and the nurses and doctors were talking about something...I don't remember what, something casual, like the weather, and I felt it was very soothing to hear normal conversation to distract me. The Austrailian nurse Annette was there (I could hear her voice) and I told her I knew a girl from Austrailia once. Then they said I was all done and started peeling stuff away. Suddenly I felt much much better. Woozy even. I thanked everybody for being so nice and comforting. I briefly glanced at a girl I didn't recognize, and she was covered in blood, and I regretted looking that direction. I was lifted back onto the wheeling bed and they took me back to the room where I had labored. Annette and Julie both came and gave me a hug and I thanked them again. I wonder if they give everyone a hug. I felt weird and drugged up. The anesthesiologist listed off a very long list of medications he had used so that the nurse could type them in the computer.
I eventually was moved to a recovery room where I would stay until Saturday morning. I still hadn't seen Trevor again yet, and I told Jason he could go eat breakfast and check on the dogs. A nurse Barbara came in and introduced herself. I would learn that Barbara was terribly ditsy and forgetful. Every two hours or so I would have my 'fundus' massaged, which I think means they push on my uterus to get excess fluids etc. to come out my vagina. I was served breakfast, which I threw up three times, and I had to request new barf bags frequently because Baraba would forget so I had to hold my used barf bags for a while and it was gross.
A different nurse came in to take my vitals, and I asked when I would see my baby, and she seemed surprised that I hadn't seen him yet. He was wheeled in shortly afterwards, but the nurse left as soon as he was in my room without saying anything, and I couldn't get up off the bed. I used my cell phone and held it out as far as I could to take a picture so I could see him. Eventually more nurses came in and I asked if I could hold him. So they put him in my arms and left immediately, which didn't work out well because I couldn't put him back and I was very drousy. He was all bundled up and I kept falling asleep and he'd roll a bit down my stomach and then I'd wake up suddenly and move him back up.
Jason's complaining that Trevor is bored so off I go. To be continued.
The anesthesiologist asked if I felt that, and I said no, and he said good they just pinched you to see if you were numb enough. I started softly singing songs from the Spongebob squarepants movie to try to distract myself, and I looked at Jason, and he was crying. I don't remember the exact order that stuff happened in very good. I remember suddenly feeling real sick and saying "I'm going to throw up" and the doctor instructing Jason to hold a plastic tray by my face. But of course there was nothing in my stomach to throw up, and the anesthesiologist injected more drugs and the sickness passed.
I remember hearing Trevor cry. I remember a nurse (who I couldn't see) moving Trevor's face where I could see it (I was on my back with my head turned to the side, and his head was moved into my field of vision from behind my head. He was real close to me and his eyes were closed and he had a little hat. The nurse said "you can give him a kiss" so I kissed his cheek. Then the nurse took him away, and Jason left too. The offical time Trevor was born was 5:28AM, pretty much 24 hours after I started feeling contractions.
Being stitched up felt not good. Not as terrible as unmedicated contractions, but I still yelled quite a bit, and the anesthesiologist would pump more drugs in every time I hollered. I said my stomach doesn't hurt, it hurts at the top of my vagina and he said that's because they pulled my uterus out enough to stitch it and it's tugging. And that's a terrible mental picture. I could hear the doctor say "she's not going to like this either" and I hollered some more.
The hurting stopped and the nurses and doctors were talking about something...I don't remember what, something casual, like the weather, and I felt it was very soothing to hear normal conversation to distract me. The Austrailian nurse Annette was there (I could hear her voice) and I told her I knew a girl from Austrailia once. Then they said I was all done and started peeling stuff away. Suddenly I felt much much better. Woozy even. I thanked everybody for being so nice and comforting. I briefly glanced at a girl I didn't recognize, and she was covered in blood, and I regretted looking that direction. I was lifted back onto the wheeling bed and they took me back to the room where I had labored. Annette and Julie both came and gave me a hug and I thanked them again. I wonder if they give everyone a hug. I felt weird and drugged up. The anesthesiologist listed off a very long list of medications he had used so that the nurse could type them in the computer.
I eventually was moved to a recovery room where I would stay until Saturday morning. I still hadn't seen Trevor again yet, and I told Jason he could go eat breakfast and check on the dogs. A nurse Barbara came in and introduced herself. I would learn that Barbara was terribly ditsy and forgetful. Every two hours or so I would have my 'fundus' massaged, which I think means they push on my uterus to get excess fluids etc. to come out my vagina. I was served breakfast, which I threw up three times, and I had to request new barf bags frequently because Baraba would forget so I had to hold my used barf bags for a while and it was gross.
A different nurse came in to take my vitals, and I asked when I would see my baby, and she seemed surprised that I hadn't seen him yet. He was wheeled in shortly afterwards, but the nurse left as soon as he was in my room without saying anything, and I couldn't get up off the bed. I used my cell phone and held it out as far as I could to take a picture so I could see him. Eventually more nurses came in and I asked if I could hold him. So they put him in my arms and left immediately, which didn't work out well because I couldn't put him back and I was very drousy. He was all bundled up and I kept falling asleep and he'd roll a bit down my stomach and then I'd wake up suddenly and move him back up.
Jason's complaining that Trevor is bored so off I go. To be continued.