Scheduled C-section, Cymplified!

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…

The gown:

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!