I hope that you all had a Merry Christmas. Mine was a bit stressful to say the least! As hard as I tried, I was unable to get everything ready for Christmas before baby sister came. I started shopping in October for goodness sake! And I still didn't make the cut. Owell. Baby sister, Scarlett Ann Kunz, made her entrance onto this earth 5 days early.
I had been feeling some cramping and incisional pain (which can be indicative of a c section window... thinning uterus) and I was a little worried, so I went to the hospital. They called my OB and he said, "well you can either come back on Friday or we can do this tonight (sunday)" Um, DUH!!! Did he just give me the option to get this baby out NOW?!?!? Oh he sure did. I was an emotional wreck. I always get really nervous towards the end of my pregnancies, because I am fully aware of all the things that can go wrong and that crap happens even after crap happens.... So I just wanted my baby out while I could feel her moving.
I do hate getting the whole spinal thing and laying on the table, only to have my insides wacked open. I have seen C sections. I know what they are like and I am no fool that that is exactly what I have been through 5 TIMES!!! Actually, this time, I got to watch the whole thing. You see, the light above me had a perfect mirror that I could look at and see just about everything that I wanted/didn't want to. It was pretty cool, aside from the fact that it was me that I was watching being sliced open. It was a little bit disconcerting. I told the anesthesiologist that I was feeling a little bit queasy.... she told me that I had been given meds for that.... HA!!! It was because I was literally getting sick to my stomach watching :) guilty as charged. I just closed my eyes for a moment, but seeing that I am a nurse and I am totally fascinated by blood and guts, it wasn't for long.
Ok. All that was officially TMI, but at least I gave you the edited version.
So back to the stress of it all. Scarlett came a few days early and I spent 4 GLORIOUS days in the hospital. Many peeps can't stand being there, too many people in and out bothering you, but honestly, it isn't like you get peace and quiet at home and who doesn't love a little room service. I did feel bad calling the aides to change my bed or clean my bathroom or bring me some ice water or some pain meds or calling room service for food.... but hey it could be WORSE! The food wasn't bad at all, the room was pretty large, and mostly everyone was accommodating. I would do it again, although I am not entirely sure I want to have another surgery for it.
Side Note***(We planned a "surprise birthday" for Doug. It was Mikenna's idea. She said, "mom I want to have a surprise party for dad, we can decorate for him, make a cake, and have hats and balloons and then he can come in and we can say, 'Happy Birthday'" It was ADORABLE)
After I came home, I over did it just like always. Too much shopping, too much walking, too much too soon, and I landed myself back in bed for 2 days, sleeping, lights out, and no food (but not before we celebrated Doug's birthday). I was absolutely on my death bed, but I survived just in time to wake up and finish Christmas shopping, and plan our 4 family parties in a row. I seriously don't know how I survived. This season was miserable and perfect all at the same time.
