This post is not here to make you laugh; I've written this one to tug at your heartstrings! It is full of the not-so-bloody details of the day I first experienced the truest love I have ever felt.
My husband and I had a scheduled c-section August 26, 2013. C-sections are very controversial, indeed, but I would choose this over and over again. It was refreshing to wake up from my one hour of sleep, shower, shave (this time around), do my hair, fill in my eyebrows, slap on a little mascara, and make sure my diaper bag had everything on my checklist.
We checked into the hospital at 6am, surgery was set for 8am. Tom Petty really knows what's up because the waiting really is the hardest part. My mom and brother-in-law were a great recipe for distraction; I only thought about my stomach being sliced open every other second!
When 8:00 am rolled around, it was go time! My husband gowned up, they brought me into the ER and gave me a spinal tap, which terrified me so much that my legs were shaking uncontrollably. Silly me! That thing felt like a tiny bee sting and doped me up for 24 hours. Before Emanuel even had the chance to wash his hands, they brought him in and my doctor was cutting away.
Three minutes, a few body jerks, and a couple of stomach pulls later, I heard my baby crying. And yes, I am crying this very moment typing it. That bloody scream was like Heaven to me. Tears poured down my face and I was overwhelmed with this feeling I had never, in my total 26 years of existence, felt before. Those screams, from this little, teeny, tiny human that I didn't even know yet, were my new favorite thing in this whole wide world. You know the feeling of hearing your favorite song, reading your favorite book, watching your favorite movie, reminiscing about your very favorite trip, eating your favorite dessert, drinking your favorite wine, or finding out the one you love loves you back? It was like this amount of love, ALL put together... and then some. The love I felt for her was so insanely intense and instantaneous.
My husband got to go see her while they cleaned, measured and weighed her (7lbs1oz 20in), while I was stuck being stuffed with my guts and sewn back together. He yelled at me how beautiful and perfect she was, about five times. He's lucky for these circumstances because I'm typically not ok with him yelling at me! After a couple of very long minutes, I finally got to hold the monster that miraculously grew inside of me for the last ten months. She was so much more than I hoped she would be. She really was perfect. Purple, wet, mucousy skin and all. I just... Loved her! So much!
Her Nana Banana and Uncle Gonzalo snapped away while she and Emanuel were brought into the nursery. Ya know, I still don't know what they did in there! I guess I oughta ask! I anxiously waited with my nurse, who gave me the run down of what I shouldn't do for the next 72 hours. She told me not to change any diapers or give Birdie her baths... This is Dad’s time to learn (wink, wink).
New Dad got a very serious crash course on poopy diapers and swaddling. Lucky him... Have you seen newborn poop? It's like tar! He was also, once again, helping me function: eat, move, get to the bathroom, shower, etc.
My husband and I had a scheduled c-section August 26, 2013. C-sections are very controversial, indeed, but I would choose this over and over again. It was refreshing to wake up from my one hour of sleep, shower, shave (this time around), do my hair, fill in my eyebrows, slap on a little mascara, and make sure my diaper bag had everything on my checklist.
We checked into the hospital at 6am, surgery was set for 8am. Tom Petty really knows what's up because the waiting really is the hardest part. My mom and brother-in-law were a great recipe for distraction; I only thought about my stomach being sliced open every other second!
When 8:00 am rolled around, it was go time! My husband gowned up, they brought me into the ER and gave me a spinal tap, which terrified me so much that my legs were shaking uncontrollably. Silly me! That thing felt like a tiny bee sting and doped me up for 24 hours. Before Emanuel even had the chance to wash his hands, they brought him in and my doctor was cutting away.
Three minutes, a few body jerks, and a couple of stomach pulls later, I heard my baby crying. And yes, I am crying this very moment typing it. That bloody scream was like Heaven to me. Tears poured down my face and I was overwhelmed with this feeling I had never, in my total 26 years of existence, felt before. Those screams, from this little, teeny, tiny human that I didn't even know yet, were my new favorite thing in this whole wide world. You know the feeling of hearing your favorite song, reading your favorite book, watching your favorite movie, reminiscing about your very favorite trip, eating your favorite dessert, drinking your favorite wine, or finding out the one you love loves you back? It was like this amount of love, ALL put together... and then some. The love I felt for her was so insanely intense and instantaneous.
My husband got to go see her while they cleaned, measured and weighed her (7lbs1oz 20in), while I was stuck being stuffed with my guts and sewn back together. He yelled at me how beautiful and perfect she was, about five times. He's lucky for these circumstances because I'm typically not ok with him yelling at me! After a couple of very long minutes, I finally got to hold the monster that miraculously grew inside of me for the last ten months. She was so much more than I hoped she would be. She really was perfect. Purple, wet, mucousy skin and all. I just... Loved her! So much!
Her Nana Banana and Uncle Gonzalo snapped away while she and Emanuel were brought into the nursery. Ya know, I still don't know what they did in there! I guess I oughta ask! I anxiously waited with my nurse, who gave me the run down of what I shouldn't do for the next 72 hours. She told me not to change any diapers or give Birdie her baths... This is Dad’s time to learn (wink, wink).
New Dad got a very serious crash course on poopy diapers and swaddling. Lucky him... Have you seen newborn poop? It's like tar! He was also, once again, helping me function: eat, move, get to the bathroom, shower, etc.
The visitors poured in and we got to share the love all around. Although, one visitor didn't feel the love like everyone else. When we asked Emanuel's younger brother if he just loved her, his response was, "No, I don't even know her yet." I forgive him, for he had a very valid point.
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