The birth of my baby Thomas
The most beautiful little baby boy in the world was born on Wednesday the 19th day of September 2007 at 12:42 pm. He was 8 lbs 4 ounces and 19 inches long, just one ounce bigger than my daughter. When I heard his first cries I felt tears bead in my eyes but all I could do was lay there strapped to the table with my mother next to me as they suctioned fluids out of his lungs and cleaned him up. I got a quick glimpse of him really.. and gave him 2 little kisses on his beautiful cheek before he and my mother left me to be sewed up.
I don’t remember falling asleep but a mask was put over my mouth and nose and then I heard voices and was waking up.. I am pretty sure this was done to keep me calm while they worked to stop my hemorrhaging which I did not know was happening until my mother told me later. It is one of the most common things to happen during a c section and die from since they rip the placenta away from the uterine wall when in a natural birth it is supposed to loosen and then become detached on it’s own. But anyways, I was in that operating room like twice the amount than I should have been.
Once I was through with recovery and finally put into my room I waited and waited to see my baby but didn’t get to hold him until 9 hours later because the nurse monitoring him thought she heard singing when he breathed (wheezing I guess) This happens a lot in baby’s born by c section because the fluid in their chest is not given the chance to be squeezed out. So I got to sit around in pain worrying and worrying while they ran a bunch of extra tests. But fortunately he left the hospital very healthy and is doing great.
One of the most insulting things to hear form people is when they say something like “well you had a c section at least you didn’t have to go through any pain” That would never even slip through their lips because the thought wouldn’t pass their brain if they felt the intense, sickening and excruciating pain caused from having a baby ripped through your abdomen. There are no words to describe my first attempt of standing up and the inability to use my stomach muscles. No matter how many times I have felt the c section (twice) the pain experienced never ceases to amaze me.
Both of my baby’s are well worth it all and I don’t regret a second of bringing them into the world.
