There isn't much excitement to our baby story since I wasn't going into labor on my own, but it was the most amazing experience for me regardless. Thinking back to the day Sebastian was born is just as surreal as it was in the moment. The day before his birthday I passed time with a relaxing spa pedicure, followed by dinner at the original Lupe Tortilla's. I got up Thursday morning at 4:00AM to prepare for my baby boys birthday. I wanted to get fully ready with washed hair and the whole nine yards. I had been ravenously thirsty for ice water the entire pregnancy and my biggest worry was going without liquid until the baby was born. I went ahead and had a few ice cubes for breakfast. Still not satisfied though.
We left the house at 5:30AM and we were at Memorial Hermann Katy hospital precisely at 6:00AM. We got to go straight to the labor and delivery room to get started. By 8:30AM I had my epidural, but I knew something was wrong as I could still feel the right side of my body. When I felt strong contractions I knew something was definitely wrong and demanded more pain medicine. After checking out my epidural they decided there was something wrong with it so I got a second epidural. This time it felt right and I could finally relax.
I'm ravenously thirsty, but they are at least letting me have ice chips. I'm trying not to devour too many but it's so hard not to. I'm disappointed every time they check and I'm not dilated any more than I was before they started the pitocin. At this point, I'm getting exhausted from my lack of liquids. Around 3:30PM the nurse informs me that my doctor will be back after his office hours around 5:30PM and would most likely need to do a c-section. Another 2 hours of waiting later, and sure enough they are prepping me for surgery. The nurse took my ice cup away and informed me I wouldn't get anymore until 1 to 2 hours after the baby is born. At this point, I instantly felt a panic attack.
They wheeled me into the surgery room. I've had a visual of this procedure for years since Heather has had two c-sections. But even with that knowledge I was unsettled (not sure if it's because I'm panicking about not having my ice or the actual procedure). It all started so quickly, and before I knew it they had begun cutting into me. I didn't expect all the pulling and tugging to be so vigorous either. My eyes were about to pop out of my head. Then at 6:10PM I heard the cries of my baby boy and felt such overwhelming elation. A few tears went down my face as I watched him being cleaned up by the nurse and his proud papa snapping photos of the process. I couldn't believe the amount of love I instantly had for him, I thought I'd loved as much as humanly possible already.
They sewed me back up and wheeled me into recovery which wasn't as bad as I was expecting. And I got my ice chips much sooner than anticipated so that was a huge relief! I recovered quickly and by 8:30PM I was in my room with my baby boy in my arms for the first time.
It was such an amazing experience, one I hope I get to do at least one more time.
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