I was all nerves as I await the delivery date. I guess that’s the downside of having a scheduled operation. The anxiety build-up was unsettling. The advantage of it was that I had time to get ready the necessities for the hospital. We also got to arrange for the care of the other children (although things did not go as planned). I also got into the frame of mind to expect the worst, so I would be pleasantly surprised when good things happen.
While waiting to be admitted:
What number is it?
“Checked into” this room:
I read this but got bored:
What to order? Hmm…
Talk to the hand:
An hour before my turn, I was wheeled into a sort of waiting area just outside the recovery room. I got even more nervous lying there. It’s like waiting to be executed.
Operations like mine must be a usual thing, for the people in the OR were very casual about it. My anesthesiologist was reading the papers before and after I was injected with epidural.
A few hours at the recovery area and I wanted to sleep, but I cannot since every few minutes my BP would be checked and I would occasionally be asked if I could already move my feet. So I had to do some toe exercise against the anesthesia every now and then.
I was also looking around to spy on the people who were as helpless as I was.
After confirming that my toe-wriggling was a success, off to my room I went, where my parents were waiting.
Then, finally! Roomed-in at last!
I have my precious bundle of joy beside me after my scheduled C-section. Now, on to breastfeeding!