When having a c-section you pretty much can pick the date your child will be born. The dr. was amazed I made it as far as I did, so we set a date for 38 weeks. I didn't really think about it much because at this point, everything was pretty much under control. After the 17th of February, I would be a mother. I know for most people....that just goes along with the whole picture and idea of carrying a baby for 9 months. But for me...it still didn't make sense. I wondered how it would be having a newborn with you all the time. I wondered if I would ever turn the radio up loud and roll the windows down ever again. I tried not to think about my due date.
With 70 extra lbs staring me in the mirror, I tried my best to forget about what would be happening. It worked fairly well until you try to stand up, put on shoes, or sit on the toilet so much...all you have time to do is think about it.
I set my alarm for 4am because I couldn't eat after 5am for the surgery. Yes....I made sure I ate until the last minute of my pregnancy. It feels like a free pass when you are pregnant, but I knew the guilt would set in after she was out and the fast food train would be over.
The morning came and I just put on a brave face....meaning makeup...and we headed to the hospital. I was sooooo going to miss being alone with Ron and having our time with just us on the couch. I knew very soon....everything would change. I knew it would be a good change, but I was having a hard time saying goodbye. We were nervous going to the hospital but I always feel secure having him with me. He does very well at taking care of me and I knew he would make sure the dr's did as well. My girlfriend Abi was there even before us!! She has been such a wonderful support and best friend to me.
I changed into my gown and asked if they had a maternity gown that would fit me better. That was the maternity gown. I'm sure the tag size was "morbidly obese", but thankfully I didn't see it. Soon the nurse was checking me in and hooking up my IV. I of course was making jokes and talking her ear off, which is what I tend to do when I get nervous. My sister showed up and I think I almost cried but held it together. Then my dad, grandma, Ron's parents, Kaleb (Ron's son), and Barb (my mom's best friend and "like a mom"). My mom lives in Pittsburgh and I asked her to come 2 weeks after Jesse was born. Ron took 2 weeks off and she could be with me after he goes back to work. Ron often is out of town 3/4 days a week. The surgery was set for 1:30 and the time was going by soooo fast. I was supposed to call my mom but I had forgot and she called my sister to see what was going on. She gave me the phone and then the tears started. I regretted not having my mom there, but I knew I needed her help later on and had Ron and his mom to help me in the beginning.
Tick tock......tick tock.....
With 70 extra lbs staring me in the mirror, I tried my best to forget about what would be happening. It worked fairly well until you try to stand up, put on shoes, or sit on the toilet so much...all you have time to do is think about it.
I set my alarm for 4am because I couldn't eat after 5am for the surgery. Yes....I made sure I ate until the last minute of my pregnancy. It feels like a free pass when you are pregnant, but I knew the guilt would set in after she was out and the fast food train would be over.
The morning came and I just put on a brave face....meaning makeup...and we headed to the hospital. I was sooooo going to miss being alone with Ron and having our time with just us on the couch. I knew very soon....everything would change. I knew it would be a good change, but I was having a hard time saying goodbye. We were nervous going to the hospital but I always feel secure having him with me. He does very well at taking care of me and I knew he would make sure the dr's did as well. My girlfriend Abi was there even before us!! She has been such a wonderful support and best friend to me.
I changed into my gown and asked if they had a maternity gown that would fit me better. That was the maternity gown. I'm sure the tag size was "morbidly obese", but thankfully I didn't see it. Soon the nurse was checking me in and hooking up my IV. I of course was making jokes and talking her ear off, which is what I tend to do when I get nervous. My sister showed up and I think I almost cried but held it together. Then my dad, grandma, Ron's parents, Kaleb (Ron's son), and Barb (my mom's best friend and "like a mom"). My mom lives in Pittsburgh and I asked her to come 2 weeks after Jesse was born. Ron took 2 weeks off and she could be with me after he goes back to work. Ron often is out of town 3/4 days a week. The surgery was set for 1:30 and the time was going by soooo fast. I was supposed to call my mom but I had forgot and she called my sister to see what was going on. She gave me the phone and then the tears started. I regretted not having my mom there, but I knew I needed her help later on and had Ron and his mom to help me in the beginning.
Tick tock......tick tock.....
The nurse came in and asked everyone to leave....more tears. Starting to get real. Was it too late to delay it?? Maybe I could stuff some food in my mouth real quick and then they wouldn't be able to do the surgery that day.
They tell me that Ron has to wait outside while I get prepped. I say goodbye to him...and he is trying not to cry. I cry for him....and they wheel me away.
The beginning of a brand new, exciting, stage of your life!!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :)
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