Our little love is three weeks old today and I feel so thankful to have a free minute to sit and collect my thoughts and write out how he came into this world.
Life has been all sorts of crazy, ya know, adjusting to life with three little’s and a newborn in the house again, every 2 hour feedings, circumcisions, burping and binky’s again. It is all coming back, just took a few days of refreshing my memory ;)
We found out we were pregnant with Rocco in March and in May we learned we were having a boy. I am pretty sure we were in shock and disbelief because we were just so used to life with girls and pink and bows and all things frilly. My hubby was over the moon excited. My favorite thing my whole pregnancy was when he told me he felt the urge to start watching football, since he was having a boy and all it felt like a natural progression of making this home more ‘manly.’ So sweet.
At 28 weeks my blood pressure started slowly creeping up so my OB, who I love dearly, put me on medication and started watching me closer since I had the same issues with both previous pregnancies that ended with c-sections at 37 weeks due to developing pre-eclampsia. At 32 weeks he put me on light duty at work and I started going twice a week for non-stress tests and Biophysical Profile ultrasounds at a Perinatologists office to make sure everything was looking ok and the baby was growing well despite the elevated blood pressures. At 36 weeks my OB took me off work completely and put me on bedrest, to which I happily complied! It was really nice actually to have almost 3 weeks off before he was born to prepare and rest, both of my girls were born on days that I was AT work, so I never had that ‘calm before the storm’ experience.
I saw my Dr on Tuesday morning October 15th and my blood pressures were continuing to go up despite increasing the meds I was on so we decided Wednesday at noon would be the perfect time to have a baby. It is pretty weird to just schedule a time and place to have your baby but that’s just the way it goes when c-sections are inevitable. Plus Rocco had already measured 8lbs 110z on his 36 week growth ultrasound so we knew he would be a decent sized baby and was safe to deliver since he was well over full term.
My sister came to visit on Tuesday night so it was nice to get to be with her a little before going into the hospital, I am so lucky that she drove 7 hours alone with my 3 year old nephew just to be with us! Wednesday I got up, got my girls ready for school like normal and just prayed my little heart out. I had been struggling with really bad anxiety about a repeat c-section, being a nurse has its perks but drawbacks at the same time (i.e. knowing all that ‘could’ go wrong). I showered and did my hair and makeup, packed my bag and off we went. My sweet hubby could sense my anxious heart, even though I was surprisingly pretty outwardly calm, and prayed on our way and multiple times while we were waiting to go into the OR. We checked into L&D and I was so relieved that a sweet friend who is also a great nurse was in charge that day, she was so sweet to go out of her way and make sure I felt prepared and well cared for. It was such a small thing but it made a world of difference.
My nurse, Renee, was an older lady, with 7 of her own children, and she just had the sweetest and most calm demeanor and I feel so lucky she was with me. We did all of my admission stuff, started my IV, signed my life away and waited until the OR was ready. The dreaded Anesthesiologist came in to talk to me about the spinal which was what I had been agonizing over for literally my entire pregnancy. Something about a needle in your back that completely takes away all sensation just scares the crap out of me. I was terrified. I cant even explain the relief I felt when I saw my most favorite Anesthesiologist walk in my room with his calm presence and a big smile on his face. I am lucky that I work where I delivered my babies so I know a lot of the staff from various things. He also was the same Doctor who did my anesthesia when I had Olivia and he made the experience that otherwise would have been so scary really relaxing and enjoyable. I drank the disgusting gastric pH neutralizer and signed my life away yet again, and he promised he would take good care of me. What a relief.
At 1pm I walked with my hubby and Renee into the OR suite, my spinal was done in about 3 minutes and was no where near as bad as I was anticipating. Just a pinch and a burn with the lidocaine and a lot of weird pressure when they inject the medication. They quickly make you lay on your back before your legs go completely numb and do all sorts of stuff to you to make sure its working, like spray freezing cold water in various places because your nerves cant sense temperature or pain in the areas they numb. After 5 minutes or so my OB walked in and his calm presence just made me feel that much more at ease. He did his tests to make sure I was really numb and away he went working on getting my big baby out. Aside from about 30 seconds of the most immense pressure I have ever felt when they were pulling him out, the entire experience was amazing. He came out with a loud cry and looked so healthy and big with the darkest and fullest head of hair I have ever seen. Me and Mike were just in tears looking at him and back at each other. Mike went over to the isolette to be with him, he was 8lbs 12oz and 20.75″ long, his apgars were 9 and 9 and as soon as they checked him out and cleaned him up they brought him to me and made sure I got to actually hold him in my arms. I kissed his face a hundred times and away him and Mike went to the nursery while they finished things up. The CRNA, Barb, who was also with me was so sweet and we chatted nurse stuff and when I started feeling shakey and like I couldn’t breathe she gave me a mixture of something wonderful and I just nodded off until they were done, waking up for little bits of time to chat with my OB. He cut out my old scar and old adhesions and was just so nice and professional the entire time I really truly couldn’t have had a better experience.
They brought me into the recovery room where Rocco and Mike were waiting and we spent a couple hours there just getting to know our sweet baby. The nurse immediately had me do skin to skin with him and we had him latch on and nurse as soon as my arms were able to hold him which was a great experience.
She made sure I never had any pain but also wasn’t too tired to be able to enjoy the experience. My hubby sent pics and texts to the grandmas and sisters who were so anxiously waiting to hear and he was just amazing the entire day. Around 3:30 we went to my room in post-partum and my nurses were all just beyond great and attentive. I slept on and off in the afternoon and baby had to spend a few hours in the nursery because he couldn’t keep his temperature up and his blood sugar dropped too low. That evening we had tons of family and friends come to visit, and the girls got to meet their baby brother for the first time. It was such a sweet and special time for our family and I will treasure it in my heart forever.
We spent 3 nights in the hospital, of course recovering from a c-section is never fun but it wasn’t as bad as I thought. It was easier than my other two, so long as I kept up on asking for pain medication and walking as much as I could. Percocet does wonders after surgery! My sister was so sweet to stay with me every night and help with whatever I needed, she even helped with my first shower, I love having a sister I am so close with who loves me even at my worst ;)
On Saturday afternoon we signed our discharge papers and just like that we were packed up and on our way home to life with three kids! The girls of course were so excited and just wanted to hold him every 10 minutes, but would get bored after about 5 seconds and ask to give him back. And that’s the story of how our precious son came into this world. I wouldn’t change a moment of it and am just so thankful and feel so incredibly blessed to have him here with us!