A Turn of Events

Story in 3 words...No baby yet.

If you saw my Facebook post or even wondered how my c-section went then you should read this story.

Friday was my scheduled c-section.  This had only been decided upon on Tuesday.  I had told family, the blog (since it's my journal), and people in the ward....but that was it.  I didn't want to hear too many horror stories or anything before going in.  Plus, if I didn't think about it I was a lot less nervous.

Thursday night it was hitting me.  I even had what I thought was a panic attack.  That same horrible really long contraction and no breathing thing I felt a week or two back.  After the panic attack I felt a little better...just a little.  However, Thursday night at midnight I had to stop all food and drink.  Even water.

After a restless night, one for Kyle too.  We tried to sleep in, but didn't work.  So we got up and started to pack the bags.  We had to run to the distribution services for some last minute shopping.  We did a last little cleanup.  Then still had time.  I was starving and sooo thirsty too.  Trying to wait out the last hour was miserable.  I tried to nap.  Kyle watched some anime on the computer.  It was just killer.

One last picture before the c-section...at 39.6 weeks

Finally we drove to the hospital and got admitted.  Signed some papers (just a few compared to what was coming).  They put us in the room and I got to don the lovely hospital gown.  Then we waited for the nurses' further instructions.  We were so nervous, but so excited that we would see our little baby in just a few hours now.

Waiting nervously for all the prep

So then the nurses got me all prepped.  IV in.  Check. Little monitors on.  Check.  Mass amounts of paperwork to sign life away.  Check.  Kyle put on operating room jumpsuit.  Check.  Now we waited for one last step before the operation.  They wanted to do a final check on the baby's position.  From the way he had been feeling, he was sideways.  However, the assisting doctor (mine was running late) had to do two passes of the ultrasound to verify.  The little punk...I mean baby...had turned again.  He was now correct.

The doctor told us what this meant.  No c-section.  Woo hoo!?  The nurses and doctors left Kyle and I alone to think things out.  There were so many emotions and thoughts both running through our minds.  We were happy for no c-section.  I was dreading recovery and so many other little things.  However, we were prepped and so, So, SO excited to meet our little boy.  When would we see him now?  And now I would have to be mentally preparing for having to go through labor.  I was actually laughing a lot at it.  Good to take things like this with humor, and not be frustrated at it.

A little relieved now

He was even all ready in his outfit...you can't see the cute blue booties

Finally my doctor showed up and we discussed what to do.  This week's plan (because if you notice every week has had a different plan) is that we can wait until this Friday (I'll be almost 41 weeks) for him to come on his own.  I was happy that this now was an option.  I do have to go in to be monitored on Monday.  Just to make sure the kid is still all healthy heartbeat and reactive to my contractions.

---side note---Yep...contractions.  On the monitors they check your contractions.  I hadn't felt anything really thus far.  However, I asked a nurse if I was having any.  Yes I was.  I was so excited.  The nurse also thought it was funny that I wasn't feeling them.  They weren't major contractions, but they didn't look too small either.  I was just happy to know I have them, and I'd be happy if I had a higher pain tolerance of them too.  Maybe that's too much to ask though.---

So after the decisions were made and the discharge....I was so hungry and starving.  We got home and I downed 2 large glasses of water and limeade.  I ate 2 pieces of toast, 2 bowls of cereal, one banana, and some other things.  Now what to do with our day.  We hadn't planned for anything to be going on.

We decided to go to the ward activity of Chili Cook-Off.  Kyle didn't have time to make his chili obviously, but thanks to 2 boxes of Jiffy corn bread I was able to at least bring that.  The activity was fun.  Some good tastin' chili.  It was also an auction for girl's camp.  Services and items they made.  We only had a small amount to be able to spend and everything usually started above that.  Kyle was happy that the toffee though was within the amount.  So we helped out and bought some of that.  Then at the end they revealed the winners of chili, spiciest chili, and cornbread.  Amazingly...I got 2nd place in cornbread.  We got home and just crashed.

Well I'll leave this post at that.  So it was a very interesting day.  Full of a ton of different emotions.  By the end of the day we were exhausted just from all the emotions and anxiety.  We are happy though.  And most people can't claim they were sent home from a c-section.  We are very thankful that I am still healthy and the baby is doing great as well.

Our conclusion is that he turned on Thursday night when I had that panic attack.  So it wasn't really a panic attack, but him turning and doing as we had said....just very last minute.  We do say that he's already taking more after Kyle.  Between us he's the indecisive one.

So now a waiting game until now and Friday.