So. Like I said, I still ended up going in Friday morning bright and early to the hospital, as planned. Amaia stayed the night at our friends, the Kearns, house. That way we didn't have to worry about waking her up and getting her dressed just to ditch her over there. Even having that to not worry about, I still was getting up at 5:45 to do my hair and face (yes I wore my make up, even though they said not. Anyone who's surprised doesn't know me very well). I didn't sleep very well the night before. I don't think I was scared, but every time I woke up I had to check my clock, because I thought for sure I had slept in past my alarm and we were going to be late. But we were actually a few minutes early.
Once we got in, I got stuck with tubes and wrapped up in wrist bands, and stripped down and had to wear one of those awful hospital gowns. I was freezing and tired so the quiz I got from the nurse (do I have any prosthetic limbs, glass eyes, dentures, etc).....let's just say I must have passed because they let me go in and get sliced up. Between my shivering and yawning and half asleep-ness, I'm nut exactly sure what I told her. We were supposed to have the surgery at 8:30, but we got pushed back to make room for a lady who'd been in labor all night with no luck.
Once she was done, they wheeled me in, gave me a spinal and then laid me down. I thought it would take a while for the drugs to take effect, but like less than a minute later my legs were numb and I didn't even know it when they put a catheter in until she told me. Justin got to watch the whole thing (over the top of the blue shield thing, but he still got to see it all). We even got some of it on video, but to spare you the naked (albeit so covered in blood you can't really tell) bottom half of my body and the nice sliced open midsection I was sporting, I didn't add any of that to the video at the bottom of the post, so don't worry about censoring or anything. It's just harmless (even boring, dare I say it) video of the baby.
Anyways, they didn't let Justin cut off the cord this time, which he mentioned to me after the fact but I couldn't tell if he cared or not. He already likes this one less than Amaia based purely on the fact that Amaia is his California baby but this was was born in Texas ;)
I surprisingly didn't pass out this time, like I did last time. I was sure I would but I felt fine. When the doc pulled the baby out, she told me I'd feel a lot of pulling. Boy was she not kidding! It felt like some one had grabbed my huge pregnant belly and lifted my entire body off the table.
After the nurse and Justin took off with the baby, I got to sit and listen to the doctors chat it up while they sewed me up with over 20 dissolvable-can't-see-them-on-the-outside staples.
We got to go back to the recovery room, where the nurse did her thing with the baby. She bathed her in the sink where I could see, and then I got to nurse her. She actually latched on right away and had no problem with it at all. I was feeling super sick though. Apparently it's a side effect of the morphine they put in the spinal block, but I was vomiting for a couple hours afterwards. At first it was just clear foamy spit like stuff, and then it turned acidy. I couldn't even take a vicotin or anything because I just threw it right back up, so the only thing to help with the pain of heaving with a sliced open middle were those weak sauce IV painkillers. It got better after a couple hours, thank goodness, and I was able to take some real stuff and get some rest.
We spent the entire weekend at the hospital. We only stayed 2 nights post op with Amaia, and they literally kicked us out after the second night even though we really really (or at least I did) wanted to stay becaues Amaia had been admitted to the NICU for jaundice treatment and was going to have to stay the night. This time, we were goign to go home Sunday morning. My doctor was ok with it, I was ok with it since I hadn't had any problem getting up and around to use the bathroom and stuff (I had a lot less pain this time around), but Solia was dropping weight like crazy even though we were nursing all the time and she was latched on and sucking just fine, so they made me use a pump to get every last drop and then feed it to her after she nursed. We had to stay Sunday night so they could check and make sure she didn't lose any more weight.
The first day the Kearns brougth Amaia to visit us and then Saturday and Sunday Justin drove home to shower (since he would rather do it at home than in the hospital) and both times he brought Amaia back with him to visit. It was during that time that we did the 365 photos for the first 3 days (the two of them from July are in that second photo block down there). We finally got shipped home Monday morning.
*Sigh...* So I wrote a couple notes of the few things I noticed about Solia in the two days of July, but I forgot to add them. Here they are now:
*A list of the things Justin says she looks like, in the order he said them: Richard Nixon, Emperor Palpatine from Star Wars, Gollum from Lord of the Rings, Yoda, and finally just an old man (although I had to agree with him on that last one-don't tell!)
*As far as we can tell, she's got her dad's light hair and eyes, but mom's super long fingers and toes.
*She squeaks when she sleeps.
*Amaia calls her eedle (little) baby sister or suh-wuh-wee (which is also how she pronounces 'celery'...)
*Solia has the tiniest little dimple on her left cheek that you can only really see when she's crying or grimacing (which makes it hard to get a pic of it because you know she's not holding still during those times)
*She's got a little red birthmark on her bum which I find very cute :)
Here are some pictures:
and the video:
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