Wreny came to us through a planned c-section. It was a super hard decision for me to make (which I wrote about HERE) but in the end I'm glad I chose it, mostly because her and I are both healthy and home and that was all I ever wanted. Very early on the morning of January 21 nick and I woke knowing it was the day we would be becoming parents to two children. I was so nervous, scared and anxious. Nervous for the actual c-section, anxious for how my Ru would handle this huge change, did she sleep well at her grandparents, when would I get to hold both my babies, am I going to feel that connection right away with this one?
When we arrived at the hospital we checked in (so calmly) and waited in a waiting room until they were ready to take me back. Talk about a nerve wracking thirty minutes. Once I was back in pre-op I was hooked up to an IV and the baby was monitored while I was prepped. A little over an hour or so later they were ready to take me back. I was so anxious about the epidural. Remembering my experience with the epidural for Ruthie's birth had me on edge - I was in the midst of hard contractions and it was just plain painful. I was wheeled back and we got right to it. My nurse was amazing and held my hands and told me I was doing so good while they injected the epidural. Isn't it funny how we need to be nurtured and treated like children in times like these? Her words and touch really helped me through the pain and fear. It hurt but I did it and I'm proud that I was able to do it with a little bit of courage. A few minutes later I was completely numb and ready to go. My doctor came in and said something like, here we go! Which put a big smile on my face. Nick came in and it was game on. After only a few more minutes my doctor said okay, she's coming! I felt some big pressure (but no pain) and then heard that sweet cry and saw that sweet face. Gah, it was over! She was here! They weighed her and wrapped her up and put her in Nick's arms. He put her to my face so we could touch and so I could smooch those little lips and nose for the very first time. Once they were finished with me, just a few minutes later, I had her in my arms. My little 6 lbs 2 oz Wreny girl. I had tears streaming down my cheeks - just so happy it was over and so happy I felt so much love for her already. The very definition of the word relieved. When I got back to recovery I nursed her right away and she stayed on for a solid 45 minutes. My little nursing champion.
It was very uneventful (thankfully) and we spent the next 48 hours in the hospital snuggled up. Ru came to see her baby sister just a couple hours after she was born and it was pure bliss for this mama. Today my Wren is 1 week old and our house has been filled with so much love I can hardly stand it. I have two girls now. I'm just in awe.