Living Our Fairy Tale: Birth Day 5/30/12

I know this is terribly late but life for me after baby is always super overwhelming, emotional, etc (more about this later) and having two little ones under two only adds to the craziness. Anyways, the night before 5/29 was very emotional, this would be our last night with our first baby, this would be the last night that he was an "only" child, the last night that he wouldn't have to share our attention (can you tell this was a little difficult on this momma?!?!). Anyways, we actually slept that night. I set my alarm for 3:30 to get up and eat because I couldn't eat anything after 4:00am but when I woke up my chest was literally ON FIRE... WORST heartburn ever- so I didn't eat. We got up the next morning, I fixed breakfast for Brax, spent time together, loaded up the car, and headed to the babysitter to drop Brax off. This "normalcy" was important to us because Brax without a nap is a disaster, haha, so we wanted him to go to daycare until after nap then he would come up to see us and meet baby sister. I cried a little when we left him-it was so scary- would he think that we replaced him? would he feel left out? All of these thoughts crossed my mind over and over and over. Anyways, hubby drove awful to the hospital, I joked that maybe I should have driven myself. We parked the car and walked up to the hospital with nothing but ourselves (ok I had my purse, but that was it). They instructed us not to bring anything in until we had already delivered and were in an actual room so we just walked in the doors, checked in, got a room, got changed into my lovely gown, and waited. We got there at 10 and by 1140 they wheeled me back. Most of our family was there, minus the teachers since it was their last days of school, so we were all in good spirits. I was STARVING! The nurse swore up and down I could not eat or drink anything but I told, ok maybe I whined to the anesthesiologist that I was hungry when he came in and he got me some ice chips, the nurse said I lucked out and told the right person. At 11:40 they said the doctor was ready so they immediately wheeled the bed out of that room....I literally didn't get to tell anyone bye. Hubby stayed back in the room to get his scrubs on and wait for the nurse to come get him, you know ORs are a no joking matter, haha, he even had to wear a mask! Last time it was such a rush/emergency to get Brax out that I do not remember much, but this time I was coherent and knew everything that was going on. The OR was freezing! My nurse, the anesthesiologist, a couple of surgery techs, and I were the only ones in there. They got my spinal block and epidural put in (this is a whole other post--FYI I hate being numb especially so numb that I can not move most of my body) so this definitely is NOT my favorite thing. PLUS, just like last time, this medicine does something to my body and all I can do is lay there with my eyes closed. It is not a good feeling and quite honestly after Brooklyn was born I made the comment to hubby and my mom that I was very glad that this was the last time I would have to ever feel this way. Anyways, back to the story- hubby came in and of course asked if I was ok, since I was laying there like a dead fish with my eyes shut, haha. I assured him I was and I was just trying to relax and not panic. Then it hit me, I thought I was going to lose my lunch, ok so the only thing I had was like 5 ice chips, so the anesthesiologist got me an alcohol swab to sniff and administered some anti-nausea med. It seemed like this time it took them forever to get the baby out. Of course they were all talking about normal every day stuff, a house on PK, vacations, etc and here I am wondering what in the world is taking them so long, haha. At 12:26pm they pulled her out, boy was she mad, I head them suction her and then she let loose. My dr. brought her around the curtain, you know the big blue one that they hang across your neck, haha, that differentiates between the sterile environment and the non-sterile environment, and all we could say was that's a girl Braxton. She looked just like him! Hubby and I had a moment then I sent him off to be with her and I laid there still in my dead fish position with my eyes shut. (PS- I joke now but at the time I really couldn't stop crying because the feeling that this medicine gives me is AWFUL!) I could hear the nurse telling hubby to take all of these different pictures (of her being weighed,etc) and of course our camera batteries went dead so he had to pull out his phone. Then they brought her to me! Now, holding a baby when your arms are straight out beside you is impossible AND the nurse was wanting Brook and I to be skin to skin and since I was obviously still being operated on the only skin we could touch was our faces so she was literally JAMMING her up against my face and all I could so was try to breath and ignore the nasty taste of that shiny slimmy stuff they put on the newborns eyes that was obviously dripping in my mouth, haha. (Side note- my mom said that when I got back to the recovery room my face was super shiny because this stuff was ALL over me!). Anyways, they finished me up and we headed back to the recover room, I believe it was 1:05ish if I remember the clock correctly as they wheeled me out.