Please excuse any typos/grammatical errors in these posts, I’m still on the mag and suffering from blurry vision.
Part 1 is here.
Around 8am on Saturday, the plan was still to deliver sometime on Sunday afternoon. I was still feeling really yucky, and I called Aaron and asked him to come be with me. I just felt like I wanted him, even though I was under the impression I wasn’t going to have the c-section until the next day.
A little while later, the MFM conferred with the OBs. My doctor came in and told me that with the increase of my symptoms, that they’d decided it’d be best to deliver that morning. She said it wasn’t a STAT delivery, and that we could wait for Aaron, but that they were going to start getting stuff ready in the OR for me. So probably about 15 minutes later, I was calling Aaron back saying COME NOW!
Right around the time they were going to wheel me in to prep me for the c-section, Aaron arrived.
My c-section with Elora was a blur, but I remember being scared during the process with the twins. With Dylan and Ryan, I feel like that from the time they started cutting until the boys were out was quite fast, and that stitching me back up went relatively quickly as well. This time, it took forever. I guess there was a ton of scar tissue and adhesions to work around, and since it wasn’t an emergency situation, they really took their time and worked carefully.
Once Bacon was out and handed off to the NICU team, he started screaming. Real, loud, angry screams. It was SO reassuring to hear! Aaron went to him and got to cut the cord, and also followed him down to the NICU. He’s on a bit of oxygen and under the bili lights for jaundice from what I understand. I still haven’t been able to see him yet- they keep me on the mag for 24 hours after birth because of the possibility of developing postpartum preeclampsia or HELLP.
It took them an equally long time, if not not longer, to put me back together. With the placenta previa, they had to be careful that I didn’t bleed out. I went in knowing there was a chance I’d lose a lot of blood and need a transfusion, and I could even potentially lose my uterus. I think things looked a little dicey at one point, from what I could gather of the talk between the doctors, but I guess they got everything under control and I’ve kept all my parts.
It’s almost time for me to be off of the mag, and I assure you there will be a barrage of photos once I’m able to get myself to the NICU! I’m feeling a million times better aside from the whole ‘just had major surgery’ part. The after pains of my uterus contracting back down are killer.
And for the part you came here to read:
Logan Sawyer Tate
Born at 11:23am on 12/15/12 (Our 12 year anniversary!)
4 pounds, 6 ounces and 18 inches