Charlotte’s Birth Story

Wednesday, July 20, I woke up late. I had allowed myself to sleep in, since I wasn’t supposed to eat or drink anything, and I knew the thirst and hunger would get to me the longer I was awake. I took my time getting ready, double checking my hospital bag, putting on minimal makeup, and tidying up the house a little bit.

We arrived at the hospital around noon to check in. There were a few other moms to be checking in, too; one was hoping she wouldn’t be delivering that day at 39 weeks, another was in full active labor, and she made me a little relieved I wasn’t going through what she was going through.

I filled out some paperwork, got my armband, and was escorted to a pre-op room. I laid in that bed for the next few hours watching a Property Brothers marathon while blood work and paperwork were completed. We were told there were a lot of emergency c-sections that day, and we would be bumped from my scheduled time of 2:15 pm to sometime around 4:00 pm. We kept watching Property Brothers.

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Finally, it was go time. My epidural was put in, and the anesthesiologist asked me about seventeen times if the ice felt cold.

It happened fast. Next thing I knew, I was rolled into the OR, and the team around me was getting ready. Tim joined me. I felt tugging and pulling and it was overall just a really strange feeling.

Tim wasn’t looking behind the curtain, but he could see a slight reflection on one of the glass cabinets. He said he saw a foot! I felt more pulling, and then we heard a POP, and the head was out! My doctor had warned us that c-section babies are often in shock and take a little longer to cry, but Charlotte was crying within a few seconds.

It was weird. I was laying there on this table, not feeling half of my body, hearing my daughter cry, but I couldn’t see her yet.

I asked about her APGAR score, even though I wasn’t 100% sure what any of it really meant (other than below a certain number would mean a trip to the NICU). Charlotte scored 8, then 9, and I knew that was good!

Finally, she was handed to Tim, all bundled up, and the anesthesiologist took some pictures for us.

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I kept staring at her face, and that time couldn’t have lasted long enough.

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Once I was in recovery, Tim and I got to watch her get her first bath. I felt relieved; I knew some people with c-sections hadn’t been able to see their child’s first bath.

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I had some complications shorty after (that’s another post for another day) but I truly felt like I didn’t see her enough. She was taken to the nursery until I was put in a room, and we finally got her to our room around 1 AM. I was exhausted by then, but I remember waking up and seeing Tim feed her a bottle, which made my heart melt. He was a natural dad from the start.

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I’ve always been weird with babies, but it didn’t take long to feel like Charlotte was part of me. She has a head full of hair, pretty eyes, the same earlobes as me (and much of my family), the most hilarious faces, and she looks so much like her daddy. I love her tiny little hands and the sweet sounds she makes.

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She’s perfect.

 

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