Well, I'm back. It's been a very busy two weeks for sure. I know I wrote on the 18th of August which was 3 days before the birth of our baby boy. I have been wanting to write, but wasn't sure I was ready to really write it all down where people could see but now I've mostly gotten my head straight again. God has been so good to us all through out this experience.
Drexel was born August 21st at 12:27 pm. James, and my mother were the only family in the surgery room with me. We got to the hospital early so we could get started on time. I didn't fully know how nervous I was until I walked from my hospital room into the surgery room. I felt my heart sink as I walked into the room. A flat blue table in the middle of the room awaited me. It was under these big round very warm lights, which I was thankful for because I was getting kind of cold. I was alone with the nurses at this point, not only the nurses, but those who were assisting the doctors were helping as well. The doctors at this point had not yet entered the room. I kept waiting or James, and my mom to come, and was getting nervous because I was told they would be there the whole time. I had no idea how much time was passing at this point. It felt really slow but once everything started it went faster then anything I would have ever expected.
I got my epidural. The guy who did it, had very cold hands and apologized as he was asking me questions of which spot he was touching on my back to figure out where he needed to put it in. I was thankful for his assistant who was standing in front of me. He told me to rest my head on his shoulder while his hands kept my shoulders from moving. Without the assistant I would not have been able to be as still as I was during the epidural. I was told to hunch my back like a cat which was difficult to do with Drexel positioned as he was and the way I was sitting on the table. I took the epidural with out so much as flinching. It was a shock to me when the needle went in but I knew the seriousness of it if I did flinch and mess it up.
I almost immediately started feeling the affects of the epidural. The next little part was mostly a blur to me but I've been putting pieces back together with the help of James, and my mom. I know after this point mom, and James came in dressed in their white paper like outfits they were required to wear. I don't remember if they came in before or after I got up on the table to lay down. At this point I do remember the doctor coming in, and my nurse coming in for the day. She sat next to me while the two guys who did the epidural were to the left of my head where I could see them if I needed them. They were the most responsive helpers during the whole weekend experience. I was so thankful for them. I know we had helpful doctors, and nurses but the two guys were doing one thing which was to make sure I was okay which was something I really needed emotionally.
After the doctors were in the room they put up the blue table like cloth in front of my face to keep me from seeing what all was going on. Another thing I was very grateful for in the situation. My doctor was in at this point, and I didn't know he had an assistant doctor which I probably should have known there would be, but it for some reason came to me as a shock.
They started clamping on my stomach or pinching it what ever they were doing I didn't feel it but I remember my doctor telling me he was "pinching the crud" out of me which for some reason I thought rather funny coming from his mouth I just didn't have the ability to really laugh about it. They started the procedure with James sitting next to me, and my mom in the back ground. I couldn't really get the words out that I wanted James to hold my hand and I know he was preoccupied with the doctors at this point. Right before the had Drexel I was shocked at the feeling of hands on my upper belly pushing him out, and according to my mother she said, I nearly jumped off the table which I really couldn't jump off but that was the move I made when they started pushing to get Drexel.
Before I knew it someone was saying we had a baby boy, I was looking around for him half hoping someone would bring him to me so I could see him. I felt a little left out being stuck on the stupid table, and not being able to get up, and see him as they took him to the table to clean him off. They gave him immediately to James. I remember thinking what a blessing he was when I saw his feet and arms reach up as he started to cry! He had not immediately started crying like most babies do so I was worried he wasn't breathing at all. I will never forget the beauty of him stretching like that on the table! They handed him to James and I could just barley see him from where I was sitting, but I was able to hear his cries, and gently brush the side of James' face. Which was the only part of him I could reach. I remember getting frustrated and ready to get out of the room so I could hold and see my baby boy so I asked the two guys and they said "About 10 more minutes" My doctors reply was "more like 5". I was so glad to hear that. Before I knew it I was being wheeled out of the room. I was trying so very hard not to be sick because it felt like I was moving really fast. I couldn't see James or my mom or hear Drexel in the hallway, and again became some what frustrated that I was what seemed very far from my family. We got back to the room, and I was sat up in bed where I finally got to hold my baby boy for the first time!
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