The birth of your child is extremely personal and unique- and yet, somehow, very much the same.
The CDC says that in 2013, Cesarean sections accounted for 32.7% of all births in the United States. That’s a lot- approximately 1.2 million, give or take.
Talk to any mom, seasoned or rookie, and at some point they’ll probably tell you how birth plans never go the way you expect. And even if you don’t have a specific birth plan, it will probably not go how you’re thinking it might.
That’s how my story goes. I went into the birth of my son with very little expectations. I figured I was healthy and young and going into labor for the first time, so there was no way I needed to prepare for a c-section.
In fact, in my pure ignorance, I opted to take a bathroom break during my child-birthing class when they discussed the surgery.
I won’t blame karma, but it should come as no surprise that 12 hours into my induction my OB recommended I have a c-section because my labor wasn’t progressing. (I wrote about that experience here.)
Faced with a tough decision- surgery or risky labor- my husband and I ultimately chose to have a c-section. And we were terrified.
The only “surgery” I’d ever had was to remove my wisdom teeth. Knock on wood, I had never been in a hospital before. And all I could do was imagine HOW a c-section happens- over and over again- and panic.
Through a lot of prayer and a lot of tears, I was prepped for the surgery. I was still experiencing contractions every 3 minutes throughout this time as well. My husband was left in the hallway as they wheeled me into the OR and got me set up on the table. There, the anesthesiologist administered my spinal block. As he was testing me- can you feel this, can you feel this?- there were two obstetricians (my doctor from my practice and the other doctor on duty) and several nurses prepping the equipment and calling out orders.
Once I was no longer able to feel from my waist down, the surgery began. And I didn’t even know it! The time was 7:58pm. My husband was brought in by my labor nurse with strict instructions to not look at me.
One thing I had no idea to expect during a c-section- you still feel everything! It’s not painful, but there is a ton of pressure, and I’m pretty sure my body was lifted off of the operation table several times. The nurses continued to remind me to breathe and gave me some updates- the baby looked great, they could see him, he would be out in just a minute, etc.
My husband sat up by my head and we just stared at each other. We tried to keep each other calm, but both of our hearts were racing. At 8:05pm, seven minutes after the surgery began, my son was held up and we heard his cry. They brought him by my face for a moment, and then brought him over to the infant station for initial testing. A few minutes later, a nurse and my husband brought my son to the nursery to be weighed and measured. During that time, my surgery was being completed. The anesthesiologist needed to adjust my meds as I had terrible chills.
About a half hour later, I was wheeled back to my delivery room to be monitored. My nurse hooked up many monitors to me and ran a bunch of tests to make sure I was stabilizing. It took about an hour, and once they determined that I was okay they brought my son into the room.
Holding my son for the first time in recovery. Check out all of my monitoring devices!
It took another hour or two to be wheeled to a recovery mother-and-baby room. It was pretty late in the evening, but I was starving! I hadn’t eaten all day because I was induced. Unfortunately, I wasn’t permitted to eat until the next morning.
It took at least 12 hours until I regained feeling in my legs. And once I could get out of bed, it was slow going. But that’s to be expected! My nurses encouraged me to get up as often as I could. My husband and I pushed my son around the hallway in his bassinet every hour or so. I definitely think it helped me to keep moving.
What else helped? The pain medications. I made sure I stayed on schedule and didn’t miss one for the first week. Speaking of that first week- it was rough. I was very sore and was very worn down (on top of the newborn haze). But it goes away faster than I expected, and I felt better within 10 days, tops.
So there you have it. It’s definitely something I didn’t prepare for, but wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be. I am not 100% sure that I will elect to have a c-section with my next pregnancy if given the option, but I am no longer fearful if I need to have one.
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