Eek...first...back up...I told you I was huge-mongus...here's the proof!
On with the story...
It was nearly midnight. My dad had just arrived. My friends had just left. And then...
...they checked me. Of course we all expected them to find some progression with the stuff and things that need to happen for you to deliver. They found that I had only progressed the tiniest bit...but that tiniest bit allowed them to feel something unexpected.
There was no hard little head there...it was soft baby buttocks. Breech. Totally unexpected.
They ordered an ultrasound and the doctor on duty came in to check it out.
We had been told "First baby, not dialated much, settle in for a long night, honey."
Doctor looked around with the ultrasound and made the confirmation. Tush down.
"Sorry, we'll need to take her via c-section. Ready?"
Huh? Now? Really? COOL!! So much for a long night, let's do it.
We never expected that a caesarean would be necessary, but it really didn't matter. The outcome is what mattered...healthy mommy, healthy baby.
My epidural dosage was upped. Hubby was set up with a lovely green ensemble. It took a while for everything to be set up in the OR...I got really nervous and asked for my husband several times. I just knew they were going to forget him out in the hall and he'd miss the whole thing.
But they didn't and he didn't. Whew!
It doesn't seem like it's been that long...yet it doesn't seem like we've never not had her...weird.
She is beautiful.
She is smart.
She is sassy.
She is spunky.
She pushes my buttons.
She makes me laugh.
She is my daughter and I love her very much!!