*Warning* – Scenes of surgery.
Two weeks ago today, I gave birth to Teddy Joshua Jason by c-section. The caesarean I’d been dreading. The caesarean I didn’t want. You probably already know from reading some of my posts that technically this was a “non elective, elective caesarean” which basically means the decision had been taken out of my hands for medical reasons. Yes, I could’ve had him naturally, and believe me I would have if the circumstances had been different, but the consultants, GP and midwives ended up agreeing that this was best to be a c-section delivery. I had a forceps birth with Toby and, unfortunately, there’s a lot of permanent and semi-permanent damage that is yet to be rectified
because hospitals can’t pull their fingers out of their arses and get on with sorting things!
The night before c-section I was as cool as a cucumber! I spent the evening double checking my hospital bags were packed with everything I thought I might need. Toby had already been dropped off with Nanny and Pop for his sleepover after we’d had loads of cuddles. Everything was ready to go. I had to take a tablet at 10pm before bed, with the second being taken at 7am, to help with stomach acid production to find they’d only given me one! I had to ring the midwife and tell them I was missing the second dose and she assured me they’d just give me the second dose when I came in the next day.
I had a pretty good sleep which was surprising, as I thought I’d be really nervous and restless through the night. Jamie and I woke up pretty early the next morning, definitely before our alarms, but I think that was more because we’d had a disturbed night and the light mornings don’t really help when you want a bit of a lie in. I hadn’t been allowed anything to eat since midnight, and only being allowed to drink a minimal amount of water so I was unbelievably hungry! Some mornings I can go without breakfast until 11am, so naturally I wanted to eat absolutely everything on the one morning I can’t eat a thing.
I had to ring up the delivery suite at 8am to see if everything was still going ahead that day, only to be told they were really busy and to ring back at 9.30am. No problem, except that meant another 90 minutes of starvation! I rang them back again only to be told that she’d need to speak with the doctors as they’d had an influx of women and weren’t sure if they’d be able to fit me in today. I was told to expect a phone call back a bit later that morning. It’s impossible to busy yourself with anything when you’re waiting for such an important phone call. I kind of flitted between one thing and the next, finally settling on catching up on crappy TV. I had a phone call at 10.10am to say that they were still discussing space and that I should get a phone call at lunch time with a definite answer, but that I could have a black tea if I so wanted (I did have one, and it was absolutely disgusting, but drank just over half because I was so hungry and thirsty).
The next thing I know, I’d made an executive decision for us to go and see Toby and enjoy him while we could. Jamie and I drove to see him and it helped pass the time quite a bit. We only stayed an hour and then decided to come back home so Jamie could have some lunch in case they called us – which they did! I had a phone call around 12.10pm to say that we could make our way in. FINALLY!
We grabbed our bags and made our way to the hospital and we were shown to a bay and a bed. We made ourselves comfortable and settled in waiting for all the different doctors to come round and do their bits. We saw the anaesthetist, the midwife and lastly the consultant who would be performing the section. One of my friends is a midwife and she came to see how we were before going down as she was on duty and was about to go and get some lunch. I was desperate for some chocolate so she even bought me a Crunchie and kept it in the fridge for when I’d come out of theatre. She also ended up being the midwife in theatre with me which I couldn’t be more grateful for.
Before we knew it, I’d had a hospital gown thrown at me while Jamie was being asked what size scrubs he’d need as they were ready for us to go down. We were told to take a nappy, hat and our camera. This was IT! We were going to meet our baby boy…
While they were hooking me up to everything, Jamie and I decided to get some last minute ‘parent of one’ selfies before we became parents of two. It also helped to take our minds off what was going on around us. There were quite a few people in theatre, obviously all there to do their different jobs. I had so many leads coming out of me by the time they were finished I was worried I’d end up wrapping myself up in them.
I was asked to lean forward over a pillow so they could get the spinal in, but I had a couple of problems with it because I couldn’t curl or arch my back like the cat they were asking me to be. Didn’t they know I had a huge great bump restricting how much I could bend over? They eventually got it in and the warm feeling spread to my legs. I had to be laid down pretty quickly as it’s fast acting and I could already feel that I was losing contact with my legs, although I could still wiggle the toes on my right foot (I always try to win over any anaesthetic, I like playing that game).
Once I was laid down and they’d administered more drugs my blood pressure dropped and I felt horrendous. It was as though I had bricks on my chest, I was spacing out and wanting to cry and feeling a little panicked. Luckily, she gave me another drug to bring it back up and I felt absolutely fine again. The curtain was up at this point and lots of things were going on behind the scenes. I’m pretty sure I had hold of Jamie’s hand for most of the time.
They’d been dipping swabs into alcohol and rubbing it all over my belly, until one of the consultants thought it’d be a great idea to spill the whole pot over me. As I was then deemed potentially flammable, they had to change all the padding underneath which meant rolling me from side to side while replacing the soaked stuff! Believe me, it was so weird seeing them bend my legs even though I could ‘feel’ they were straight. Then, after they’d gone over my body with ice packs to make sure I couldn’t feel anything they started..
Lots of people say it feels like someone is doing the washing up in your stomach, but I can’t say it felt anything like that. A bit of tugging here and there, yes, but washing up.. no. The anaesthetist also told me to expect to feel lots of pressure at the top of my bump where they’d be pushing down to help Teddy be born. It felt like nothing more than a prod at the top of my bump. You can hear the suction going and some hushed chatter and then they were ready to get him out. I’d asked for the curtain to be lowered so I could see him coming out. The anaesthetist lifted my head up and I could just about see something and then heard a cry! He was out, and boy did he want people to know.
I can’t really remember if Toby cried a lot because I wasn’t really ‘with it’, but Teddy made a racket. He was given a rather quick rub, Jamie cut the cord down and he was placed straight on my chest. It was different this time because the first thing I saw with Toby was his bottom, and with Teddy I got to see his face. Almost instantly he was looking for food which was amazing because I was so worried that with having a caesarean, all those natural things might not kick in.
As with me though, there’s always something.. I did have a small haemorrhage where I lost 1500ml of blood. The surgeon told me my blood vessels were so thick and my womb hadn’t thinned out at all, so now I’m convinced he would’ve been overdue had we left him to come on his own.
It was one of the most relaxed experiences I’ve ever had. It was so calm, controlled and of course, compared to last time, I knew exactly what was going on.
Teddy Joshua Jason was born at 15.41 on Wednesday 27th May 2015 weighing 6lbs 4oz. Proud parents of two boys!