My story starts with the lunchtime scan, and the decision that baby should come out as soon as possible. But I'd had something to eat before the scan and they wouldn't operate until 6 hours after food, so I had to hang around for the afternoon, killing time, having baby regularly monitored. During the wait, I got to meet the surgeon and the anaesthetist who would be with me, plus I was told that my labour ward midwife would stay with me at all times for reassurance (which she did).
No shaving for me! I got to wear the groovy bum-revealing gown, but they put another over-the-top and back-to-front (kinda dressing-gown like) whilst I walked down to the theatre. Hubbie was taken away to dress in scrubs.
I sat side-on to the operating table whilst they put a catheter in my hand and sprayed my back with some instant anaesthetic, then they put the spinal in. A quick swivel and I was laid down before the spinal took effect. They kept asking whether I could move my toes, feet, legs etc. Once it seemed like I was numb, they sprayed me with something cold, starting at the toes and moving upwards, so I could tell them when I could feel the spray (around nipple level). They slid in the catheter, and it was time for "go".
Hubbie appeared to sit at my head and hold my free hand. The screen was raised. The two male anaesthetists cracked a few really bad jokes and then, within just minutes, said "That's your baby out now". Wow, it was so quick.
I had been warned that I couldn't see baby after the birth, because he was so small and very preemie, they took him into the neighbouring theatre immediately for checks and to be ventilated. There had been double the number of people in the theatre, because there was a complete second crew there to care for babba. My hubbie was taken through a few minutes later, he got to see baby and take a couple of photos, whilst I was stitched up.
I was wheeled out into a recovery side-room for an hour, to have my BP monitored and watch for any side-effects from the anaesthetic. I was on a drip to keep my liquid levels up, and the catheter still. After that hour, I was wheeled onto the post-natal ward, a private room as they felt it would be too traumatic for me to be around other mums with their babies. I felt weird and also very sleepy, by now it was after 9pm. I sent OH home, and fell asleep.
I was disturbed a couple of times in the night by midwives checking on my progress, and in the morning they removed the catheter (feels like you're peeing). They helped me into a wheelchair, and took me down to NICU to see my baby for the first time
Now for the icky bit. My section wound didn't heal well - about 3 days after the birth, I was stood in NICU looking at my baby when one end of the surface cut re-opened and a pool of blood ran out, it looked like a horror movie! I was reassured it was just the surface cut, I was healing fine inside. It actually took 6 weeks until I healed properly and could stop dressing the wound. I haven't really dared look at the scar since.
I wish I had shaved my foof (or they had) as I kept getting hairs stuck in the blood & dressing.
Getting out of bed post-section is fun, you learn to roll over and use your arms to lever yourself up