We had a scheduled Cesarean delivery, because of our first child and how that delivery went. With our first, she had gotten stuck and would not go forward any more, so we went to emergency c-section. So the doctor thought it would be less risk to just go ahead and plan to have a c-section and schedule it. I wanted to have a natural vaginal delivery, but we scheduled the c-section anyway, just in case. I will admit, I was secretly hoping he would decide to come earlier than the day we had the planned c-section, but alas, he did not! That is okay though! He is a healthy baby and that is all we could ask for! Plus, when I found out how much he weighed, I was thankful for the c-section! π
So we had the c-section scheduled for June 25th, 2020. My mom came to town on June 22nd, so she could help with last minute things before he came! Which was nice to be able to spend some time with her before his arrival! She got to be with our daughter, too! Between those days, we were spending time together and enjoying my husband being home also on paternity leave!
June 25th comes. We wake up around 5am, and head to the hospital about 5:30-5:40 that morning; we were to be there by 6am. And since this was during COVID-19, we were to wear masks in the hospital and such. We arrive at the hospital, we go inside, we put on our masks and go upstairs to Labor and Delivery and check in. We are taken to the room where we wait, while they put the IV in me and all that fun stuff! I was not allowed to eat or drink anything after midnight the night before. And man! Even though it was 6:30 or so, I was so hungry and thirsty. I couldn’t even have a drink of water or an ice chip. It was rough.


There was a nurse who was about to put the IV in, then another walks in and says “You want me to do that?” The other nurse says okay, while she gets the paperwork and stuff filled out and done. Well, needless to say, I wish the first nurse who was going to put the IV in me in the first place had done it the first time. They poked me three times. The nurse who volunteered to do it instead poked me twice and still didn’t get it so the first nurse did and got it on the first poke. And during this time, mind you, I was feeling sick, lightheaded, nauseous, and dizzy. I end up passing out and they had to give me smelling salts to wake me up. It was rough. But I still couldn’t have any water or at least an ice chip. I wasn’t allowed anything.
Brandon is taking pictures during the time that we are waiting and everything. He takes pictures of me in the hospital gown sitting and laying in the bed with the mask on and everything. We waited in that room about an hour and forty-five minutes before they took us back to the delivery room. Brandon actually took a picture of the clock exactly ten minutes before our son was born! We thought it was kind of funny how that happened!

During the time that they are getting me ready for the surgery, they are checking my vitals and everything, they gave me the spinal tap, which hurt a bit when they put it in, but it definitely took effect pretty quickly. They asked if I was starting to feel numb and tingly and such, and this was after about maybe ten to fifteen seconds and my response? Yep! I was already feeling it! It did work but it did not take all of the feeling. Anyway, so they laid me down, strapped my arms to the side in case I started to seize or something. They put that blue curtain in front of and over me. I had the mask on my face still, which did not help my breathing, especially during surgery, and I had the blue shower/hospital cap on my head. They were about ready to go, they just had to get Brandon in there! So one of the nurses went to go get my husband. He got there a couple minutes later, and they started.
So during a c-section, the doctor is at the end, and the nurses are up at the top next to my belly when it’s time to push. So when they were getting ready to push, the doctor said “Okay, now there’s going to be a little pressure.” I said “okay.” thinking ‘Okay, a little pressure, I figured there would be, ya know..’ Well, a little pressure was more than just “a little pressure”. π It felt like I was still trying to push a baby out myself, they were pushing on my belly to get him out. Kind of like when you are trying to get the last of the toothpaste out of the tube and you are squeezing and pushing with everything you got to get it out so you don’t waste any toothpaste. Weird analogy, I know, but that’s what I thought of! π Anyway, I felt everything with that too. It was definitely more than a tickle! It didn’t exactly feel good. And while they were doing that, even the doctor was saying, before he was even out all the way, he said “Whoa! He’s a little chunker!” Meaning, he’s not a small baby! So anyway, after going through all that pushing and the pressure and everything, you really want to be able to see your baby that you grew inside you for nine months. But could I see him? Nope!
Okay. Remember when I said the spinal tap did work, but it didn’t take all of the feeling(s) away?? Well, this is what I meant. Side note: this is not meant to scare anyone about a c-section or anything, but it is not as easy as a lot of people that I have heard say it is. They say that c-section is the easy way out, that is not counted as “giving birth”. Well, it is! And it is just as hard, if not possibly harder than a natural birth. I know pushing is hard too, I did that too with our first child, so I know it both ways. I am just saying that cesareans are very hard, and I will tell you why.
I felt every incision that was made. I felt them cut every layer of my skin. There are eight layers to cut to get a baby out of a woman. I felt them cut every layer. The spinal tap did help, it would have been much worse had I not had it, but I could still feel just about everything. I had that ugly blue curtain over me and in between me and my baby. When they got him out, I could not see him. I was not the first one to hold him. My husband was. Which is okay, but to be honest, after you go through giving birth, no matter how it happens, you want to be the first one to hold your child. C-sections are super hard, in my opinion for these reasons.
It is a beautiful sight to see your husband holding your baby, but you also don’t get to see him cutting the umbilical cord, you don’t get to see the doctor and nurses carrying the baby over to the little table to clean them up and measure and weigh them. You miss out on all of those things. The first time I got to hold him was in the recovery area after they brought him back to me. I didn’t get to see our son (or daughter) with everything all over him, everything that was all over him when he was growing inside me. But when I saw my husband holding our son, when I saw our son for the first time…..I bawled. I cried my eyes out. He was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen (besides our daughter :P). And I still couldn’t hold him. That was/is HARD!

While they took him to the nursery to finish cleaning him up and everything, they had to sew me back together. They have to irrigate the incisions where they sew or glue back together, and I could feel the irrigation, I could feel them putting me back together. Like I said earlier, I could feel just about everything. And at some point, I don’t know how far they were into putting me back together, but it was getting hard for me to breathe, my chest was getting really tight and I could hardly breathe. The anesthesiologist took off my mask for me (since my arms were still strapped to the side) so I could breathe a little easier. I was getting lightheaded again. After a few minutes, when I had gotten back to breathing a little bit more normal again, he put the mask back on over my face. During the time of stitching me back up, one of the nurses came in and told me how much our son weighed. I couldn’t believe it. We knew he was a good size because I was pretty big and everyone kept asking me, “Are you sure there’s only one baby in there?!” I was all baby when pregnant, but I was still a pretty good size. Our son was 8lbs. 13 ozs. I had to ask them again, I said, “Did they just say “8lbs, 13oz.?” And they said, “Yep!”

They were finally done stitching me back up, and I was headed to the recovery room. Brandon came a little bit later. Even though you aren’t physically trying to push a baby out, going through something like that makes you exhausted. I was beyond exhausted. I was excited that he was finally here, but I was exhausted. But another thing that was different with this delivery than with our daughter, was we could have him in our room with us! It was great! It was different, but a good different! We could see him! We could hold him! Even though I couldn’t move super easily that first day, I could hold my son in our room. We didn’t have to go to another room to hold our child. We even had one of the same nurses that we had when we had our daughter! So it was great to see her again!

With our daughter, we were in the hospital for five days before we were discharged and able to go home. With our son, we were there for two nights and were discharged the next morning before lunch! It was quicker and smoother this time around!

We were and still are proud parents of both our daughter and our son! He is now five weeks old and has already grown so much! Our little girl is doing great with him too! She is a proud big sister! She gives him kisses every morning when she gets up, and almost every night before she goes to bed! It really is very sweet!









































