The Incision

continued from previous post A New Start

The idea of having a C-section was horrifying. Because the hospital was particularly busy that night, I had approximately one hour and forty-five minutes to practically hyperventilate before I would be taken in to the room for surgery.

The doctor informed me that I was only allowed one person in the room with me. They wheeled me into the room where my mom would meet me before they started. I was lying on my back unable to move from the waist down and I watched every person, door, overhead light, and anything else I could see as it passed, practicing my breathing the whole time.

As I was wheeled into the room, I noticed a large number of people. The first to start talking to me was the anesthesiologist and he spoke as though we had been friends for years. This part had gone so fast. I was lifted from my bed and placed in another, given medication so I would not feel any pain, and groomed by a nurse. Yes, groomed. I heard the sound of an electric razor and at that moment, I was very embarrassed. “If I would have known it was necessary, I would have done the landscaping before I came.” I said, surely blushing. I got a few laughs out of the staff and this eased my nerves a bit.

My friend, the anesthesiologist, asked if I could feel some pokes. Apparently, I could not and he said it was time to start. My mom came in and I tried hard to focus on her as they were pulling and tugging and yanking. My body flopped around like a fish struggling for oxygen outside of the water. She was talking to me and I remember feeling what felt like a boulder on my pelvis and then a release of pressure. He was out! Preston was out and I heard him cry. A wave of emotion flooded through me and I just wanted to see him.

They cleaned him off and handed him to my mom. She put his sweet little face next to mine and I was in awe. For thirty seconds I was so happy and I still could not believe I was a mother. Then again, tugging, pulling, and yanking. I requested to be put out for the rest because I could not stand the uncomfortable pressure.