I ended up with the SAME anesthesiologist that I had with Andrew, although it went a lot more smoothly this time, only one try to get the spinal in. Unfortunately the surgery was done down in the surgical ward, like last time. I was told that the surgery was done there because it was a scheduled c/s, but I still don't really know why. Either way, I pretty much burst into tears when they told me it was going to be down there, because I knew I'd be separated from him again the way I was with Andrew (they take the babies back upstairs to be watched by the nurses in the birthing unit, and I had to stay in recovery in the surgical unit - argh!)
Everything went very well, although I could tell they were having trouble getting him out. The doctor who was assisting leaned on my ribcage so hard that I actually let out an "oomph" because it felt like someone was jumping on me (well, he kind of was). Matt got brave this time, and actually leaned over the curtain to watch as Joshua came out, and saw that he came out feet first, so on top of being a giant baby, he was also breech (I think he might have been transverse, but I'm not entirely sure and I never did ask) so my VBA3C dreams would never have happened anyway! As my dr said, "Between his size and his position, he certainly came out the right way."
They took him over to the warmer after they gave me a peek, and as they and Matt were standing there, I heard them start talking about fluid in his lungs, and then they started giving him oxygen which had me completely freaked out because I couldn't really hear what they were saying, and with the oxygen mask on my face, and my arms still strapped down so that I couldn't move it, I couldn't ask them to speak up, either. It turned out to be just one of those fun c/s complications, and not all THAT serious, but still, when I had to be taken to a different recovery area, and all I could do was wait to find out what was going on, it was rough.
In the end I asked the nurses in recovery to check on him, and they told me he was doing fine, and that he was 9lbs, 8oz. You could've knocked me over with a feather (figuratively speaking, since I couldn't stand up at that point anyway
) since Andrew, who was previously my biggest baby, was "only" 8lbs 10oz. I guess I know now why I was so darned uncomfortable those last few weeks! As of Monday at the doctor, he was 8lbs 10oz, so he's now Andrew size AFTER losing almost a pound!I can barely believe that he's 8 days old already! He's lying beside me here on the bed, having a snooze. Last night he actually had one stretch of sleep for 3.5 hours, which had me ecstatic. Really sad, since during the day we almost ALWAYS have to wake him up to eat, but at night he has wanted to be up every two hours! Of course, after that stretch, he then proceeded to want to sleep for about five hours, and we had to eventually put him in the shower with me (his first time, and he LOVED it!) to wake him up after exhausting all other options! Very frustrating since I had to be up almost three hours before we finally got him awake! Really though, he is just SO calm. When he's awake he just likes looking around, and trying to watch his brother and sisters, who just adore him. He's none too fond of having his diaper changed, but other than when he's hungry you'd never know he was there.
Hopefully soon I'll be able to get the site up and running the way I initially envisioned it, now. It will take some time, so for a while you're stuck with only me, but maybe I'll be able to post a bit more, too. Maybe. With four kids, you just never know!
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