i can't feel my legs..

The main reason we were told they leave the dads outside while the mom gets prepped for surgery is because if the dads are going to faint during the c-section process, it's usually when the mom gets the needle in her back. I tried not to think about the long needle and instead thought about the anaesthesiologist looking at the unflattering view of my butt sitting on the table while giving me the shot.

Shot went in fine...and they tell you they are gonna have you lay back. You go to bring your legs up onto the table and you can't lift them. It was a very strange feeling. They lift my legs on the table for me and get the disinfectant or iodine to prep my stomach and i joke that they might need a paint roller. Before I could say something even more stupid, Ronald walks in and they put the curtain up.

Before I could start crying from anxiousness the nausea kicks in. I would have rather had someone standing there laughing at me and kicking me in the head than dealt with it. I have ALWAYS hated it and it has almost constantly kept me from drinking too much. It started with that time in Vegas when I had my first drink. My mother and sister helped me by tossing a pillow at me and telling me it will be better in the morning, while my tears fell in the toilet.

You don't realize how much you use your stomach muscles when you throw up. When you are temporarily paralyzed from controlling them it can be very difficult to make yourself bring anything up. I didn't have much left in my stomach anyways but a little liquid. The anaesthesiologist was trying to adjust my levels and kept apologizing. I kept saying no problem while I was dry heaving every 30 seconds. He had a suction straw that kept getting attached to my lips and at that point I was fairly miserable. It was all caused by low blood pressure, but it was a great distraction from the thought of someone slicing my abdomen open and pulling out a human being.