While I have a few moments to myself, I thought I'd write about Jude's birth. It certainly wasn't as harrowing a tale as Soren's, but I was pretty nervous about the delivery. Having had a prior C-section, my options were another one or a VBAC (Vaginal Birth After Cesarian). Being the uncommitted decision-maker that I am, I still wavered over what I'd do, even during my last weeks of pregnancy.
In the end, I scheduled the C after my due date with the intention of doing a VBAC if I went into labor before hand. Well, the due date came and went with nary a contraction, so when the day for the scheduled C came along, I prepared to be cut open.
Though it's not like the alternative--pushing a baby out of my nether regions--was a less painful option. In the end, I'm glad I went with the C, since my biggest fear was my labor not progressing again and having to spend hours laboring in pain with the end result being a c-section anyway.
So the morning of my surgery, my mom picked up Soren to take him to her house, and Chris and I headed to the hospital, where we waited and waited and waited. I had a feeling my C would get bumped due to emergency Cs, so our 10:30am turned into a 2:00pm birth.
Chris went with Jude to the nursery while they stitched me up. Before I knew it, they were done. Once I made it into the recovery room, they monitored me for a little while, then brought Jude up. Immediately he started nursing, which was so relieving for me. I just wasn't sure what to expect, hearing stories of other mothers' difficulties with nursing. However he was quite adept at it from the start.
My recovery has been absolutely wonderful. I was up and about within a week, and off of pain pills (Motrin) in about a week too. I'm not sure why, but I felt mostly back to normal within 10 days, though I'm still careful to not overdo it. My recovery was the same with Soren's birth, but I was anticipating more pain and a slower healing this time. Thankfully, the recovery has been great, which is helpful with keeping up with 2 children now.
Despite my efforts of trying to mindfully be present in every moment, good and bad, of the birth experience, I am relieved that it's now a memory of the past. It was tough, those days leading up to the c-section, worrying about what might happen. But in the end, I'm so grateful that I have a healthy baby to show for the efforts. That moment when you see your baby for the first time is really love at first sight, and just the beginning of getting to know your new child.