March 2, 2009
- 10:30 am – We kiss and hug Ella and my mom goodbye. Both of us feel strange to be driving to the hospital without any labor pains to time.
- 11:00 am – After being taken to a prep room, I get dressed in a super-fashionable hospital gown. I wonder if my slipper socks are fancy enough? We start the waiting…
- 11:30 am – More waiting.
- 12:00 pm – Time for the IV and paperwork. I enjoy neither.
- 12:30 pm – We receive a briefing from the anesthesiologist and my doctor. Both seem to be in wonderful moods and do not share my anxiety. This is a good thing. The anesthesiologist assures me I’ll feel no pain past the initial needles for the spinal. My doctor takes pictures of us and assures me everything will be fine.
- 1:00 pm – Tom is taken to another room to get dressed as I’m walked in to the operating room. This is already the complete opposite of my first experience, where I was wheeled in, already completely motionless from the chest down due to my epidural.
- 1:05 pm – I lean in to the male nurse who is there purely to prevent me from falling off the table, and get ready for my spinal. The doctor informs me that my tattoo has provided a compass for the insertion point. I laugh nervously. He inserts the needle and although I’m sure it only lasted a few seconds, the pain is intense, but then gone – I’m already feeling dizzy as I lay down immediately afterwards.
- My entire body feels like it’s on “pins and needles,” but I don’t feel any pain. My doctor states, “cutting” right before Tom walks in and immediately grabs my hand and smiles. I start to cry. I’m nervous and excited…
- Tom watches the entire process and gives me a rundown. I can feel everything. No pain, but the pressure is strange and unfamiliar. I was completely numb for my first c-section and I’m not sure I’m fond of the sensation of having my internal organs picked up and moved around. I keep looking at Tom and he keeps smiling. He never lets go of my hand and I am overwhelmingly grateful for such a wonderful husband.
- At some point the doctor states that he can’t get her out head first. She’s transverse (laying sideways) and he’ll have to pull her out by her feet. Lots of pressure at this point.
- 1:34 pm – Sophie Helen Schroeder is officially born.
- They clean her off and weigh her at a station right next to me. I can’t stop crying. I wasn’t able to see Ella for more than a few seconds after she was born – this is wonderful. My doctor checks with me to make sure these are happy tears. As they place her on my chest I confirm that yes, they are definitely happy tears.
- 1:45 pm – Sophie reaches her fingers towards me and touches my mouth. I look at her perfect face and fall in love.