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That morning went something like this:
-We checked into the hospital at 10:00 a.m., filled out paperwork, got situated in our pre-op room, got hooked up to IV's and monitors, gave blood and waited. I was having contractions all throughout the morning, so it was fun to get to watch them on the monitor (fun because I knew I would not have to endure labor :P).
-Around 11:30 my doctor came in for a brief visit and said she would see me in the O.R. shortly.
-Around 12:30 the nurse came in to give me an antacid for the spinal, grape flavored and disgusting!
-Within the next 15 minutes I walked down to the O.R. with Chris and my nurse, gave Chris a kiss and walked in. I sat on the operating table and the anesthesiologist gave me the spinal which was not bad at all. Within seconds my legs started to go numb.
-Up to this point I was in a really upbeat mood. Mason had come up to the hospital at 11:00 and hung out in the room with us and both set of grandparents while we waited. The c-section was scheduled for 12:00, so we were running a little late, but not too bad. This experience was so drastically different from last time, that I couldn't help but be relieved and happy with the way things were going.... but then the spinal kicked in and the vomiting started as soon as my head was layed down on the table. Another drug was administered into my IV to temporarily stop the vomiting during the surgery.
-The doctor came in and we had a short conversation, then she started talking to the other people in the room about their weekend plans, which I remember laughing about. Then they did the usual count of all of their surgical tools and started to cut me open.
-Chris was allowed to enter the O.R. and noticed the vomit on my gown right away.
-The surgery was a lot different than last time. Last time was an "emergency c-section" since Mason was in distress and I had an epidural, so I knew things would be a little different, but I could "feel" a lot more this time. I will leave it at that, don't want to gross anyone out with details.
-They had a hard time getting Landry out and were quite forceful, leaving me tons of bruising at the top of my stomach as proof.
-Finally he came out and was soooo quiet. I remember being worried. Why wasn't he crying? They showed him to me and he just looked at me, completely content. Only later when they were poking and prodding him, washing him, etc. did he finally let out his first cry.
-This was the best part. Last time, I was wheeled to recovery alone and spent an hour there alone while Mason went to the nursery. This time Landry never left my side! It was amazing.
-Chris brought Mason into the recovery room to meet Landry for the first time... I think his face is priceless in this picture. He is in awe and still is today.
-Mason was way overdue for his nap at this point in the day and had been at the hospital for two and a half hours, so my mom took him home for a nap and brought him back up to see us later that afternoon when he wanted to hold Landry. Such a sweet moment.
-The next day, once I had stopped vomiting, over 12 hours after surgery, I was finally feeling better and got to cuddle with my precious babies.
Our stay at the hospital was pretty brief. From Landry's birth at 1:24 P.M. on Thursday we remained for 48 hours and were out on Saturday at 5:00 P.M., which we had not expected for a c-section, but definitely relieved to get home and share Landry with Mason and vice versa.
Mason has been such an incredible big brother. All of my worrying was unnecessary, as I should have known. God has a way of taking care of everything if we just let Him. Mason's face lights up every morning when he sees Landry. He gives him all of his toys and asks me to include Landry in everything we do from eating breakfast, to racing cars, to taking a bath. He knows he is his special little brother and doesn't want him to be left out. I hope that never changes, but if it does, I will always remember and cherish this moment.
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