Sunday/ November 20, 2011
This is it. We went to the hospital at around 8pm and got our room around 9pm. Just like checking in a hotel. Hehe!
My mom stayed with Pat and I through the night so she can prep me on what is about to happen. She is also worried about the procedure, being a mom and all, because she also went through a cesarean section for my youngest sister. We did not get much sleep that night due to anticipation and anxiety. I might have gotten 2 hours of sleep, tops.
Monday/ November 21, 2011
by 6am, I was already wide awake, if I slept at all. I can’t remember actually. A nurse went into my room and said they will now put the IV on me. My mom requested for a resident doctor to put the IV on me instead of the nurse just to make sure they hit the right vein. My mom is that paranoid, or overly protective, whatever you prefer. By 8:30AM a team of nurses are already present in my room to whisk me away to the delivery room. I said goodbye to my husband, my mom and two of my hubby’s very supportive friends. They all wished me luck and I know deep inside they are also whispering a prayer for a safe procedure, both for me and baby Eli.
While sitting on the wheel chair, they took me to the recovery room. They asked me to wait there as they prepare the operating room. My anesthesiologist came into the room to give me a little prep talk. She said she will be administering the epidural anesthesia and she had been in the field for 30 plus years now so there is nothing to worry about. I will feel some side effects of the anesthesia and the morphine, most likely itchiness after the operation and she assured me that it is quite normal.
After a few minutes, a nurse took me to the operating room and was asked to lie on the bed and just relax. I mean, I was about to be opened up for the first time and he tells me to relax like its the most common thing in the world. That’s hilarious! Anyway, I tried my best to relax. After a while, they asked me to lie on my side and curl into a ball so they can inject the anesthesia. In my mind I thought the pain would be comparable to the pain when they put the IV on me so I was not worried or scared. I was right, the pain was the same but the duration you have to endure the pain lasted much longer. I was not prepared for that. I thought it would be a prick but it was a prick times five. Mind you my pain tolerance is very low so this is a big deal for me.
After that, almost immediately, I felt my feet get heavy. They strapped both my hands on each side and they put a cloth in front of me so I cannot see the procedure. I thought I would be knocked down on a semi-conscious state; twilight as my mom put it, but I was actually wide awake. I can hear the doctors and nurses talking about their personal matters while they cut me. I was waiting for my son’s first cry. And when I did hear it I think I breathed a sigh of relief. He is safe. The world is OK. I did not even mind what will happen next. The doctor asked me if I want to sleep now, being sleep deprived and assured that my son is alive and healthy, I accepted the offer with arms wide open, literally.
I awoke to the sound of the operating room still busy with doctors and nurses. I have no idea how many minutes or hours I was out. It seems to me I just blinked. But my doctors told me that everything went well and in just a few seconds I will be taken to the recovery room. I will soon find out that I was in the operating room for more than 2 hours because apparently, I was a bleeder. My OB almost requested blood transfusion on me.
I stayed in the recovery room for 3 hours wide awake. I thought I will be groggy and all after what my mother and mother-in-law told me about their c-section experiences. It was a very long 3 hours. I felt all the post operation effects such as the chills, the numbness, the itch and the hunger. I can take the hunger but the thirst was too much. I have to think of happy thoughts just to stay sane. By 3pm I was ready to go to my room.
My tummy hurts like hell so I cannot really move but I was glad to see my husband waiting for me. I gave him a huge smile and assured him that I am alright. He said he already saw the baby and even got the chance to hold him for photo ops. He showed me the pictures and I was ecstatic. The pain went away for a while.
Tuesday/ November 22, 2011
It was a horrible night. I was hungry and thirsty but I cannot intake anything yet. My legs and hands are becoming sore because I cannot really move. I tried moving side to side during the entire night just to make my blood flow. I think I slept for 30 minutes during the whole night.
In the morning, they took away the catheter already. They are encouraging me to move for faster recovery. By lunch time, they asked me if I like to breastfeed. I thought of my son being hungry and that is all it took to give me the strength to sit up, go to my wheelchair, be taken to the nursing room and hold my child for breastfeeding for the first time. That afternoon, I was burning with fever. I think I pushed myself too much. Just in time for my family and Pat’s family to visit us. Thank God all it took was one paracetamol to get my temperature back to normal.
The nurse asked me if I want my child to room in with me. Of course! I would love that! They have so many infants in the nursery who has time to take care of my little prince there? Just give him to me.
Wednesday/ November 23, 2011
I was supposed to be discharged on Thursday but I am not comfortable in the hospital room anymore. I miss my bed, I do not like where my baby was sleeping, I miss my family and I miss real food. My family can take care of me at home better than the nurses in the hospital. In short, we went home at 9pm.
The days that follows…
I am still learning the ropes of being a full pledged mom. I am learning how to carry the baby (still sitting down because of the stitches), how to breastfeed properly, how to tell if my baby is hungry, how to burp him, how to give him a bath and how to change the diaper. The learning process is fun and easy thanks to the support of my family. I am blessed to have a support system. I hope all new mothers out there have the same to make life better. If this is the case, post partum depression will not be a problem for many.
I am recovering well. I can now stand straight without any support although I have to walk inch by inch still. I can breastfeed properly and for that I am thankful. Breastfeeding is still best for babies and I intend to give my son nothing but the best. Good luck to me and good luck to all new mothers out there! Let is take this journey together.