I'd love to introduce you to Lillian Harper Reed.
She was born August 1, 2013 at 1:01pm weighing in at 8lbs 4oz via c-section.
Hello Jennavieve. This is mama. (Right now my first born just came in and asked me what I was doing. Apparently I have never typed in front of her in the traditional way. I have mainly used touch screens in front of her. What a different world we live in!) Anyways back to what I was doing....
I had tried to have Lily via VBAC but I got Gestational diabetes during pregnancy. This caused my ability to have Lily up to two weeks later than my due date shortened to my due date. So I had to schedule a repeat c-section. I was pretty bummed. When I came in to have the surgery I thought it would be some relaxed experience. I mean many a mom has told me how great it was to be scheduled and how different an experience it was. So I went in with these expectations, I was sorely mistaken, literally.
Eric and I got to the hospital and we checked in. Soon the nurse came back and took me to a little entrance room with a curtain. She told me we only have an hour to get done everything that needs to be done before the surgery and she seemed pretty rushed. Naturally I felt on edge and rushed as well. I got undressed and into the robe and sat on the bed.
They hooked me up to the monitoring devices and soon saw that I was having regular contractions. The nurses kept asking me if I wanted to still try for the VBAC as they were prepping me for the c-section. It was rather stressful to have to make that decision while in labor and while being rushed. So I decided to go ahead and do that c-section.
The nurse then attempted to put an IV in me. I kinda hate getting these put into my arms but you figure the nurses do this every day, they should get it right, right? Well the first nurse tried in my left arm to no avail. Then she called in another nurse who was prepping another patient to come and try to get my IV in. I told them that they could use my hand veins if they wanted, but they weren't listening to me until finally they said oh yeah ,you do have nice hand veins. (Um this is what I was trying to tell you!)
During this time the anesthesiologist came and wanted to talk with me. The nurse said she could, but then decided the person had to wait. It was odd. I was kinda in a daze at this moment because there were so many people coming to me asking questions and I was starting to get some pretty painful contractions. Of course they were monitoring me and kept asking me if I wanted to change my mind.
Once I was hooked up we walked to the elevator to go to the OR. Eric got his scrubs on and I followed the nurse into the Operating Room. There were so many people in there. I think there was at least 10 people in there greeting me as I came in. The room was giant compared to the room I had Jennavieve in. I was getting even more nervous, scared and anxious. They told me it was time for me to sit on the edge of the bed so the anesthesiologist could give me my spinal.
The lady told me that I should feel pressure, but not pain. If I felt pain something was wrong. So of course immediately when she started I felt pain. They had me hold Eric's hand and I squeezed it so tight. I told the lady I felt pain and the man took over. I felt pain again and again and finally things seemed to work out okay. Soon the team had me lay down on the operating table and they put the drape over my bottom section.
I started to feel the numbness travel up my body. I also started to feel a burning pain in my chest and I was getting shaky. I began to tear up because I was scared/nervous. I also began to feel pretty nauseous. I told the anesthesiologist how I felt and they adjusted things to help with the nausea, not so much the chest pain. I did feel the sensation of being unable to breathe, but I fought through that mentally because I knew I could breathe and they told me this feeling would come. The surgery was starting.
I felt the typical pulling, pushing and tugging. I asked for the little window in the drape to be closed, but it was still cracked open so I could see the doc's head. That was okay. They told me when they opened up where Lily was and as soon as they did she was crying. The doc said, "She's crying before she's even out!" They brought her out and put her on my chest immediately after they cut the cord. She was able to lay on me while they stitched me up. I was feeling kinda weak, so I had Eric take her and let them weigh her and clean her off in the room. She pooped all over the scale and she pooped again in Eric's arms. I was attempting to take Eric's picture and the anesthesiologist asked if they could do it. Of course I let them.
The doc and nurses inflated something beneath me to transfer me to the stretcher. We traveled down the hallway to the elevator to the room we'd be in for the next few days. Once they got me on the bed they put Lily on me for some skin to skin time while I recovered. It was so nice! She even started nursing right away. After a while the nurse took Lily for her first bath. Eric took video of it. Lily seemed to love it and was completely relaxed. Definitely different than Jenna's experience. :) Lily seemed to be a good eater and wanted to sleep next to me or while being held.
I'll update more a little later.... but here's the basic experience. :)




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My name is Kristine and I have a wonderful husband named Eric and a now two and a half year old named Jenna.
Currently I am pregnant with what will be my second born baby (fourth pregnancy). We don't know what gender it will be, but hope to find out soon! This blog is where I write about my life with my little one and my pregnancy stuff as well as hopes, dreams...you know.. that kinda stuff. Right now we live in Washington State. We just moved up here from Oregon almost a year ago for my husband's job. It's not easy moving and transitioning with a two year old and being pregnant, but it's sure interesting. I like to blog about my interesting days right here. :)






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