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Dear Lil Z-Bear:

Here is the story of how you came into our world.

8 months before birth

We weren’t really planning on having you just yet.  Then, in November, it just happened.  It was the week after Thanksgiving and I had a hunch.  I didn’t tell anyone since I wasn’t even sure.  I woke up in the morning after your papa left for work, took the test, and there, staring before me was the plus sign that meant that you were coming.  I smiled, I felt so content.  And I felt so grateful.  The first thing I did was wash up and pray.  I felt so humbled that we were given such a precious gift.  The next thing I did was send a text message to your papa that said “Little one is on the way.”  His response was: “God is great.”  I knew then that all would be well.

Your birth

We were 33 weeks into carrying you, and all was going swimmingly.  I was having a very easy pregnancy for the most part, and we were very excited.  We had undertaken an ambitious goal of moving before you were born.  All the boxes were packed, all your stuff was bought but it was still in boxes ready for the move.  Your papa and I had a 4 day weekend ahead of us, some movers ready to help out, and we were going to get everything done, 6 weeks before your arrival date. 

It was 6:45 am and we were up laying in bed planning the weekend out, I got out of bed and realized that I had water running down my legs.  I thought my bladder had simply given up on me, but when I rushed to the bathroom, I realized my water had broken.   Your papa and I looked at each other in disbelief.  I took a quick shower while papa got dressed.  He asked me what he should pack on the way to the hospital.  I said no need, I don’t quite know why, somehow I still thought that the doctor would take one look at me, say it was nothing, no worries and send me back home.  I guess I wasn’t quite ready for you yet, so my mind couldn’t get around the fact that you were coming.

The ride to the hospital was a quiet one, your papa and I held hands, our lips moving as we both prayed silently.  It was a warm, sunny Friday morning, and we walked hand in hand from the parking lot to the hospital.  We still didn’t say much to each other.  We were both so overwhelmed with feelings, even if we had talked, I don’t think there are words on this earth that could have encompassed all we felt.  We walked to the maternity ward, the doctor did a check up, and yup, indeed you were coming.  The doctor decided that since I was two days shy of 34 weeks, we would wait for two days before delivering while monitoring you closely to see if anything changed.  Since you were head up, the delivery would have to be a C-section, and I would get steroids to ensure your lungs were mature enough to breath.  8 months of careful planning of how I wanted the birth to be didn’t matter, all that we wanted was for you to be ok.

The two days spent in the hospital were tough.  I stayed in bed and worked on keeping you snug in my belly while your papa spent the two days moving into our new place before you arrived.  I passed the time between praying for your safe arrival, reading up on C-sections and about babies who arrive before their due date, and watching the World Cup games that were going on at that time to distract me a little. 

The morning of your birth, I took a nice long shower, and was ready 2 hours before the scheduled 10 o’clock surgery.  Your papa and I were excited, nervous, and scared at the same time.  When I was in the operating room, I felt cold and apprehensive; it just seemed like it was happening so fast, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for you yet.   Once they gave me the anesthesia and I felt numb, I felt a little calmer.  Then your papa came in and sat down next to me, and I did not feel nervous anymore.  We held each other’s hand tight and we both kept praying the whole time.  I prayed for your health and your safe arrival into this world, I prayed for you to be a righteous person.  I prayed for forgiveness, I prayed to be a good mother, I prayed for my family and their wellbeing, and I prayed for the end of suffering of the needy in this world, and softening of the hearts of all the people in the world: I wanted this world to be a beautiful, kind place for you.  I turned over and looked at your papa and I saw him praying too, and I knew we were both praying for the same things. 

Then there was a moment when the room went quiet and there was the sound of shuffled feet and quick hands, and then we heard a wail.   The sound filled the room, yet it still was dainty and small.  Tears sprung to my eyes, and your papa and I held hands, we smiled while we cried.  A few minutes later your papa brought you close to me and I got to see your face, your eyes closed, your skin pink, and I couldn’t believe you belonged to me.  It was a brief minute before they whisked you away to the special care nursery.  But it was enough to know that you would be ok.

I have heard a lot of bad stories about C-sections, but I was very blessed that everything went so well, both during the surgery and during my recovery.  I was on such a euphoric high after your were born, either my own body releasing endorphins, or the stuff they had put in my IV.  I was so glad that you had come into this world, I felt fantastic, if I could, I would have hopped off the operating table and jumped for joy.  While I was wheeled in to the recovery room, I called my parents, who were oceans away, and told them all had gone well.  Your papa went in to the nursery to check on you and then came back to tell me everything was ok.  A bit later I was wheeled into the nursery and I got to hold you for the first time.  You were absolutely perfect, and there are few moments when I have felt as happy as I did then.

It was not how I had imagined it to be, I had expected an on time, normal delivery, to hold you in my arms once you were born, I had expected to have you in my room and feed you instead of spending the night pumping breastmilk.  I had expected we would have moved and have everything set for your arrival.  I had expected to take you home with me when we left the hospital.  But none of that mattered, things don’t always happen the way you plan, but everything happens for a reason.  And now, exactly 7 months later, I don’t think I would have wanted it to happen any other way, it was all perfect.

Love you my Z-Bear.

Your mommy


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First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes c-section, baby, c-section recovery, and then a baby carriage.  In continuation of this past post, I want to go over what to expect during the c-section recovery.

The first night:  It’s rough since you can’t move around a lot, I slept with my head elevated at a 45 degree angle for two weeks after the surgery, since it felt most comfortable for me, I was a bit scared of lying flat with the stitches.  The good thing is you don’t have to get up to pee since the catheter is still in there the first night.  The best thing you can do for yourself is to take the pain medication, as scheduled, around the clock.  Don’t wait for the pain to start…take it every 4 (in my case for Percocet) and 6 (in my case for Ibuprofen) hours.  I did this for 2 weeks, and I was in very little pain as a result. 

The morning after: I slept relatively well; I didn’t have the baby in the room with me since he was in the Special Care Nursery.  They take out the catheter in the morning, and I was really nervous, but for nothing since I didn’t feel anything when it was removed.  Getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom was another story, you don’t realize just how much you use your abdominal muscles for every little movement.  Plant your feet firmly on the ground, and use your leg muscles for sitting up and down.  The nurse was standing nearby, but thankfully, I felt strong enough to do everything myself.   I was afraid it would burn when peeing the first time.  It didn’t.

Moving around: I only used the wheelchair once.  Walking back and forth, even at a snails pace worked best for me.  Sitting and standing is a challenge, but slow and steady is the way to go.  Holding and feeding the baby hurts too, but you are so focused on the baby, you don’t really pay attention to the pain.  Use the band to support abdominal muscles, it really does help, and just having the belt there reassured me that my guts wouldn’t be spilling out.  I didn’t shower until the second day, but the warm water feels really good, I would have done it on the first day had I known.  Make sure to wash the stitches with soap to keep them clean and to use a soft towel to thoroughly dry the area as well. 

Have someone stay with you to help if you can.  You need more help than you think, and it gets pretty lonely in the hospital. I wasn’t lucky enough because hubby had to work and I didn’t have family available nearby. 

Breastfeeding: Since Lil Z was a preemie, he would only suck a little bit and fall asleep.  So I had to pump, pump, pump to get the valuable colostrum to him.  Don’t be discouraged if you pump and nothing comes out.  Stick to it!  It took me over 24 hours before I saw the little droplets of milk coming out.

Bowel movement: Yeah, not a pretty topic, but it takes a couple of days before you can go.  Make sure to eat some fruit, drink some prune juice, have some fiber and it will be smooth sailing.  While we are on the subject, you will get gas that can cause painful cramps, keep moving, and take Simethicone, you’ll be glad you did.

Swollen feet: Day two after surgery my feet had grown to elephant proportions, which threw me for a loop since I didn’t get swollen feet during pregnancy.  It’s all the extra water they pump in you from the IV.  Keep your feet propped up, use 2 to 3 pillows, and be patient, it took me one week to get my feet back to normal.

Holding baby: Just make sure you are comfortable and have lots of pillows and are in a good position.  No better pain therapy than counting the little one’s fingers and toes. 

Laughing:  No one told me this, but you feel your insides are going to rip when you laugh.  I discovered that 9 days after my surgery.  I also realized that I had been so preoccupied with baby, I hadn’t laughed for 9 whole days.  Just press a pillow against your stomach for relief, but do keep laughing, it’s the best medicine after all.

Baby blues:  I had a wicked case of baby blues.  It is normal to feel a rollercoaster of emotions.  Make sure to take deep breaths, that you have someone nearby to talk to, and don’t feel guilty. Embrace all feelings you have during these special weeks following the baby, it’s part of the beauty of motherhood.  However, seek professional help immediately if symptoms worsen.

Pace yourself.  Walk slowly, don’t lift anything too heavy, take breaks and try to rest.  Don’t forget to eat well.  Take it one day at a time, each day feels better than the one before, and though it’s hard to believe at the time, you will be running around in no time.  It took me 6 whole weeks before I felt one hundred percent, but just one look at Lil Z had me feeling I was on cloud nine from day one.

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A short time after the strip turned blue, I sat in the doctor’s office with a dreamy gaze.  I had already googled Lamaze and Bradley, and I was fantasizing about a picture perfect, all natural birth.  I sat on that cloud for about 12 weeks, until I started to read more about the actual delivery.  Then, I sheepishly realized that an ‘all natural’ birth was probably not for me, but I wasn’t discouraged.  I would take the drugs, but I was determined the baby was coming out from the parts that nature intended.  When we found out during the ultrasound that we were having a boy (I couldn’t stand the suspense and needed to know) we also discovered that baby was breech (head up, legs down).  No problemo, there still was enough time to coax the little guy to change positions.  At 32 weeks he was still breech, and then we began to worry.  But babies have been known to change positions as late as 38 weeks I found out, so I kept thinking positive.  Lil Z had other plans because at 34 weeks my water broke and whether we were ready or not, Z-Bear was coming.

 I feel the most difficult and painful part of the C-section is not the surgery at all, but dealing with the initial disappointment of not delivering how you expected to.  But it wears off pretty quickly, because when you see the baby, all is forgotten.  Seeing your baby for the first time, all pink and covered in goo, is indescribable.  And I can’t imagine you feel any less emotional whether you pushed til you were blue in the face or simply waited with your eyes closed, listening for that first wail.  I want to discuss my experience having a C-Section.  The problem is, there is a lot of scary literature out there that basically tells you that C-Section = super dangerous procedure, agonizing, painful recovery, inability for milk to come in, and lots of harm to the baby. Granted, they are all valid points, but I was in a tizzy because of all I had heard, and it really wasn’t that bad. Really. 

 – The spinal:  the needle looks scary, but they numb the skin on your back, and all you feel is a slight sting and then some pressure.  You have to hold still and I was terrified that I would flinch and ‘ruin’ it, but the sting is infinitesimal, so you don’t really flinch.

– The numbing: you know the feeling when your foot falls asleep…that’s how it feels pretty much from the neck down until you don’t feel anything at all.  You are easily able to move your head and hands. In addition to the spinal, you get some pain medicine through the IV, and if you want, something to help with nerves.

– The catheter: you don’t feel that at all (believe it or not, for me, this was the scariest part of the whole procedure).

– Rubbing your belly with some kind of ointment before surgery – slight tingle or nothing at all

– The incision: no pain

– Getting the baby out: pulling sensation and pressure.  But I think the pressure borders a little on pain, but it is very short lived.

– Baby comes out:  You don’t notice anything but the baby.

– Delivery of the placenta: Longest part, feeling goes back and forth between pressure and pain.  Deep breaths help because you know it will be over soon.

–  Stitching you up:  Moderate to uncomfortable stinging and pinching

– Post surgery: nurse dresses you, gives you warm blankets, and wheels you into recovery room. This actually felt rather nice.  I was up and alert, the warm blankets felt great, I was relieved that it was all over, and I felt a euphoric high. 

– PRAY!  There are few times I have felt closer to The Almighty than during the miracle of birth.

Note – Take the anti-itch medicine, you will feel itchy.  Take the anti-nausea medicine, you will feel queasy, and don’t eat anything just yet, not even the Jello in the room they say is ok, because throwing up after being stitched is not a pleasant feeling at all. 

 Honestly, I really have to think back hard to all the steps, because 4 months after the fact, you tend to forget, all that matters is the baby.

 Note:  I will be doing another blog about post C-section recovery…stay tuned!

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