It's hard to believe that last week I was pregnant. And the wait until I held a newborn in my arms seemed interminable.
I blogged a little about wrestling with the decision of VBAC vs. Repeat C, and I wanted to tie up the loose ends for all of you hanging on the edge of your seat, and beacuse I like it in movies when at the end, all the loose ends are tied up in a pretty little package, and you can leave the theater acting like you knew what was going to happen all along.
It took until the day before my scheduled induction to make the final call. I just felt in my bones that my body wasn't ready to go into labor, and that an induction meant that I was going to spend the entire day fighting against myself with the probability of having a C-section at the end rather high. And that was the very last thing I wanted. Thinking about a repeat C was actually sitting well in my soul, and I knew it was the right decision for the baby and for me. So we made the call to the doctor and changed the induction to a C-section.
I woke up at 5am on "birth day" and set about getting ready before we needed to leave at 5:30. I was told to not eat after midnight the night before (standard operating procedure, apparently) so I ended up putting on makeup to distract myself from how hungry I was :) Yes, I was that girl- the one on A Baby Story who saunters into the hospital for her C-section sporting a face-full of mascara, though I did try to make it look very natural and, "I just wake up this beautiful."
Arrived at the hospital and checked in at L&D right behind some woman who was ACTUALLY in labor. She was sweating and panting, telling the nurses her name between contractions, I sauntered up to the desk and checked in like I was having a mani-pedi. Normal pre-surgery from there, laughing while the nurse put the IV into my arm, walked into the operating room, quick shot in the back, and 20 minutes later there was the unmistakeable first cry of a newborn.
Recovery has been slow, but relatively easy considering.