I am not sure what lunatic would elect to have a c-section...this is not cool...

So anyways, for those who don't know, Monday was by far the most dramatic day of my life. On the way to the hospital at 4:30 am, I was still not sure what I was going to do...we got to the hospital, still didn't know...nurse tried to start an IV on me, blew a vein, I told her to please call anesthesia (they know how to start an IV, I learned this from previous stays at the hospital). My theory is that I give a nurse one try and if they don't get the IV I tell them I want anesthesia to come start it. Pretty sure that the nurse didn't like that, but she blew out the biggest vein in my hand and I am like if you can't start an IV on that you are not getting another try. So after I got my IV I still didn't know what I was going to do. Finally around 7:30 or so Dr Adam walked in...and was like what are we doing? And I still didn't know, but I was like I guess we are trying to flip her. Dr Adam said, "did she sign for a version so that we are legal?" That made me start to cry...I didn't really have time to stop crying when the nurse brought over the shot of terbutaline (to relax the uterus/speeds up the heart)...from that point on it is kind of a blur...Dr. Adam had her hand on my wrist, waiting for my pulse to get elevated, and had the sonogram machine on my stomach to monitor what mini was doing...then all the sudden she was like "it is up" (my heart rate, meaning the medicine was in effect), she grabbed a towel and then with all her force pushed on my stomach from the top and the bottom. I don't know if I can describe the pain. It felt like someone pushing on a rock as hard as they could in my stomach. She did two separate pushes, and was attempting a third push, but I told her I couldn't take it. And mini was not moving at all. In fact, I think she moved a tiny bit to one side, but as the Dr was doing the sonogram, she moved right back. So Dr Adam was like,"well lets go to the ER".
Those words just put me over the edge...I was so scared, and still shaking from the stupid shot. I couldn't believe what was about to happen to me. Stephen started to put on his scrubs, and I was wheeled out of the room...Stephen and my mom were left behind. In the ER I was put on this little table, and told to sit up. As I was sitting there getting the spinal/epidural I felt like I was about 12 years old. I was just crying and crying. I am sure that the ER people were like what is this lady's deal....but even though I am 30 years old I was scared so I let it all out. So once that spinal was in I was laid down and a stupid sheet was put up...they started asking if I could feel this or feel that, at one point I got really sick to my stomach...I don't know how much time went by, and I don't remember when Dr. Adam came in, but all the sudden I heard her say, "I am in"...great...at this point Stephen still wasn't in the room, and I thought maybe they forgot he was supposed to come in, but when I asked they said they would tell him when it was time. So all the sudden Stephen showed up and his words were "are you ok?" I think I told him to be quiet, that no I was not ok...there was some pushing and Dr Adam said some things, and then they said...get ready, she is about to be out and she needs to go quickly to the NICU team to make sure she was ok since we tried the turn....Stephen was fumbling for the camera, and then I felt this big pull and she was out...and I was glad it was over...I laid there for a while being sewed up, and they brought Julie to us while I was being mended, but I don't really remember much after that.

I don't remember being in recover with the exception of some dumb nurse started to push on my stomach and it hurt like hell...I grabbed her hand to take it off and supposedly she was asking me to stop. I am glad I grabbed her had, serves her right, leave me alone.

So I stayed in bed all that day, and sometime during the night, not sure exactly what time, they told me I needed to get up. HOLY HELL. I have never felt such a burning ripping sensation in all my life. The toilet was literally about 10-15 steps away, and I didn't think I could make it...but I did. The second and third trip to the bathroom were equally as unpleasant, but I think by the fourth trip the burning sensation was less (or my pain medicine was working that I had ordered). They left a pain epidural (walking epidural) until mid-day Wednesday. When it came out I didn't notice a great increase in pain, but I was talking the oral pain meds around the clock so that might be why.

So on Thursday we came home, and all was well...until I choked on some stupid water and coughed. Yes, I have drank water before, but you know how sometimes it goes down the wrong tube? Well I coughed (instinctively) and caused myself some internal bleeding (according to the Dr, b/c I had to go in on Friday to have her look at the damage). Great. So now I have this swollen part along my scar. I think had I not coughed that I would feel alot better, because on the way home from the hospital I was actually thinking that I was going to make it (but I was pretty drugged up)...but I think that those 5-6 coughs caused me to regress somewhat.

So I can see it is going to be a long road ahead...but Julie is so sweet...I am glad she is ok...