My Caesarean Section 01 February 2011
I didnt allow myself to think about what was happening that day. I weighed myself in the morning, first time Id done it pretty much since I had gotten pregnant. 16 stone and 10 pounds. Blimey! Thatll be all the laughing cow cheese I ate in first trimester!! I got Neil to take some photos of me with my bump. It was massive! I was disappointed though, as he was obviously nervous so all of the photos came out blurry.
We left home just before 7am and I took some tablets in the car that I had been given as a pre med and with that my last sip of water until after the section. We got to the hospital at 7:20am ish and we were the first ones there! Immediately it seemed to be all go I had someone come and ask me if I knew my weight, which obviously I did so I told her. They also gave me a hospital gown to wear and they went through some questions and queries about my health. All the staff were friendly and they put me at ease. Even at this point, I dont think I quite believed what I was there for. I just sort of went along with it. It didnt feel like I was about to meet my baby. A doctor came round and scanned me, to make sure the baby was still breech and then they listened to the heartbeat. I was then told me I would be going first!!! There were two other women there, and I honestly couldnt believe I had been picked to go first.
Around 8:30am, I think, I started going down to the operating room. Neil had to wait on the ward until after I had had my spinal block so the nurse said shed be back to collect him later.
I walked to the operating room with two other nurses, and we were chatting away, I was telling them I didnt know the sex and I couldnt wait to find out. I also told them I thought I was having a boy. I felt fine, I was chatting and was happy. Until I walked into the operating theatre. I suddenly become a shaking mess. I wanted Neil! I didnt want to be in here all by myself!! I was asked to lie on the operating table, which I done. It was cold and really thin. The anaesthetist gave me a local anaesthetic in my hand, which felt like a sharp scratch. Funnily enough the most painful part of the whole operation! She then inserted my drip and strapped a blood pressure band to my arm which kept pumping up and going down I guess to keep a constant check on my blood pressure. I imagine it was through the roof!! They then told me they needed to do the spinal block. I had to lay on the operating table on my side and curl my legs up into my stomach. Very difficult with the size of bump I had!! I was shaking like a leaf and they said I needed to try and stop. A lovely nurse held my hand and I realised I needed to stop shaking for the spinal or else something may go wrong. I instantly stopped shaking and I just breathed in and out and focused on that. It was soon over and I didnt feel a thing. They said I needed to turn over so I was on my back again. Again another difficult thing to do with a huge bump on such a small thin table!! I managed it though and then the spinal started to kick in. It was like my feet, then my legs were being dipped in warm syrup. They felt heavy, and warm and toasty. It was a lovely feeling! I was then laid there stressing out completely and I so wanted my Husband to be there. Suddenly he was, and the second I saw him I welled up. It was such a relief.
The spinal went up past my boobs, the anaesthetist ran an ice cube up from my feet to my neck and asked me to tell her when I could feel it. It was literally just above my boobs, I couldnt believe it went up so far!
Neil was stressed, naturally. I remember he said he felt faint. So I tried to take his mind off of what was going on. I was asking him what he was going to have for lunch! I think I may have even apologised for not making him a lunch that morning!! I think Neil told me to be quiet, that they had started, and I remember saying what, theyve started and one of the Doctors replied yes they had! I couldnt believe it, I couldnt feel anything!! I remember them breaking my waters, Neil said it was everywhere, all over the floor
then the surgeon said I see a foot I had a complete rush of excitement and amazement. Very very soon after that my baby was out
I saw a flash of my little one over the screen and I thought I saw lady parts! I had so much running through my mind, surely I couldnt have seen that! I was carrying a boy! They then showed us the babies business end and sure enough lady bits!!!! Both myself and Neil just sat there stunned, worried to say its a girl just in case we were wrong. They then said, Its a girl and both of us were in tears. Neil sort of collapsed his head into mine, and we both sort of cuddled (as much as you can when youre on an operating table unable to move properly) and Neil kept saying weve got our girl in my ear. I couldnt believe it. I just couldnt. I wanted to see her! I wanted my baby girl right that instant. They took her off, but Neil watched her. They weighed her, 9 lbs 9 ½ ozs. Then they brought her round to a table where I could see her while they measured her, 53.5 cm. They then asked us if we have a name, I shakily said Coralie Elyse and they made up her hospital bracelets and put them on. I remember I had to tell them how we were spelling Elyse!
She was then bundled in a towel and laid on my chest for skin to skin. I looked into her eyes, which were like little puffy slits in her chubby face and I fell in love. Love like I had never felt before in my entire life. She looked back at me and put out her hand and felt my face. She put her fingers in my mouth and pulled on my bottom lip. I just stared at her, Ive never felt a feeling like it. Every emotion possible flooded through me, too much for me to contain, and I instantly felt a strong bond with her. I had never loved anything so much or wanted anything so much. I just wanted to cuddle her, I never wanted to let her go. She was all mine, I had created her, she had lived inside of me for nine months and now she was here. I just couldnt contain the love that just wanted to pour out of me for her.
Sadly I had to let the nurses take her, I didnt want to, but I needed to be stitched up and moved back to recovery. The nurses popped her in one of those plastic crib things, and Neil was asked to wheel her back to the ward. I imagine a nurse accompanied him back, but if Im being completely honest I dont remember as I was just in a complete daze.
The surgeon finished stitching me up, I think it took around 20-30 minutes all in all and then they transferred me over to a hospital bed for me to be taken back to recovery. It was at this point I realised exactly how much amniotic fluid I had been carrying around with me! It was everywhere!! Right up my back, my gown was soaked, and all in my hair. Yuk! The nurses dried me off as much as possible, which I had to be naked for! How embarrassing! Although as I said to them, no doubt youve seen it all before! We all laughed about it and they gave me a new gown and I was wheeled off to the recovery ward.
I couldnt wait to see Coralie and Neil again, and I just wanted to jump off the bed and run to see them. Of course, I couldnt, still being numb from the chest down and having just had a caesarean. However that is what I wanted to do. When we eventually got there (it felt like a lifetime to get there) and I clapped eyes on Neil again I was so happy. Coralie was still in her plastic crib and she was crying so I said to Neil to get her out. Bless him, he hadnt known if he was allowed! Neil gingerly took her out of the crib and walked around bobbing her a little to try and settle her down, and when he had settled her brought her over to me and sat next to me in the chair cuddling her so I could see my gorgeous girl properly again.
It was all go in recovery; I had a nurse with me pretty much constantly for an hour or so, checking my blood pressure, temperature etc. She also got a cup of tea for both Neil and I, I had to use a straw to drink mine. I didnt drink that much of it to be honest, as I was too busy watching my baby girl to even think about drinking tea.
After about 30 minutes the nurses moved me onto my side so I could start breastfeeding. Something which I was never that sure I wanted to do, but the second she started suckling it felt like the most natural thing in the world and I still miss that feeling now, as I sadly had to stop breastfeeding her after a week due to various issues.
Eventually we were moved to the ward, where I spent the next two days before being allowed home. That first day I just spent the whole time staring at Coralie, and cuddling her. Inhaling her new baby scent and constantly trying to tell myself that she was my Daughter. I miss those newborn cuddles now, a wriggly five month old just doesnt want those lovely snugly cuddles anymore.
Coralie amazed me when I met her, and she has amazed me even more every day since. I cannot wait to see her grow up, and be there for her every step of the way