After Brayden’s somewhat traumatic (to me) entry into the world, I was very, very skeptical about having another C-section at first. But in the same right, scared out of my mind to have a VBAC. I have a short torso, so my doctor was worried about the amount of scar tissue that could have made having a VBAC an issue. So, we settled on a scheduled C-section at 39 weeks and I prayed for the best.
The morning of Kenley’s birth, I was a nervous wreck. I wanted to know exactly what was going to happen, when it was going to happen, and how it was going to happen. I wanted to be alert during the procedure and I wanted to see her when she came out. That was it. I had talked with my doctor extensively about this and she assured me that this time would be much better than last time.
She was right.
She came in and gave me a final vote of confidence and a hug before heading to the OR. Once I got in there, I was shaking because it was so cold in there and because I was so nervous. The nurse that was with me was amazing- she held me still while I got the spinal and after that, things happened very quickly. When Brandon came in to sit next to me, he told me this was going to be fine, we were going to have a daughter very soon!
I started to feel a little nauseous so they gave me some Zofran through the IV, and then I felt great. Pretty soon, I hear the doctor say that she was almost out, and I was like really? I didn’t feel A THING. And I was awake! I remember everything!
After being in recovery for an hour, we were wheeled to our room where I was monitored pretty closely for awhile. I felt really good, and then itchy. One of the after effects of the spinal can make you itchy, so I was given some Nubain (my bff) and felt great. Brayden came to visit, and then I slept for a little while. Early the next morning, almost 24 hours later, the IV and catheter came out and I walked (shuffled) to the bathroom and put on real clothes. This was TOTALLY different than last time. I was able to get up and go to the restroom, but I was careful to not do more than that.
I felt great. And coming home I felt great. It’s hard to feel this good physically and still remember that internally, I am still healing. I am trying to take it easy, but it’s tough. I feel like I need to keep the pace I was keeping at home. Brandon has been working some pretty long days, and I hate asking him to do more when he comes home. We talked about it and he knows that I am recovering too, so we are just tag teaming as much as possible!
I even remember telling Brandon after I was out of recovery that I could probably do this again- not for awhile- but it would be doable! Only time will tell. For now, I am just busy cuddling my daughter and wrangling my son, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.