My Baby’s Birth Story- Part 2

So when we last left off, I was large, round and completely exposed on the operating room table. My heart was pounding and I was desperately awaiting Hubby’s arrival into the OR so I could have some assurance that everything was going to be ok.

Not long after, everything was checked, Hubby was brought in and I felt the sensation of the iodine being rubbed over my belly. The show was about to begin.

For those that don’t know, a c-section isn’t done without any sensation to you. I was given a spinal that “froze” me but its purpose is to numb pain, not sensation. This particular event saw them purposely give me a lower dose of freezing, assuring me that I would feel no pain but would still have some ability to move my legs. True to their word, I could move my feet and legs without much difficulty. They felt heavy but not immobile. We’ll come back to this in a bit.

So while I tried not to start hyperventilating, I could feel them moving the baby around and working toward getting to her. I realized right away that I would be “feeling” a lot more of this procedure than with my last two children. The clincher was when they broke my water and I could feel the gushing ev-er-y-where. It was pretty awesome (read: not awesome). The best was hubby having a bit of a moment when said fluid dripped onto the floor, hitting his running shoe. Every potentially traumatic event needs a moment of comic relief. This was ours.

Before I knew it I could feel the tugging and maneuvering and knew we were at the home stretch. I don’t know how long it was but all of the sudden I felt her come out (no words to describe that sensation…jury is still out on whether it was really cool or just plain heebie jeebie causing), be placed on my legs and a couple of seconds later, I heard my baby cry for the first time.


I proceeded to cry for the umpteenth time.

Rather than call out to tell us what we had (remember, we didn’t find out gender), they showed her to Hubby first who exclaimed “Holy Cow…that’s a GIRL!”.

And just like that, we became a family of 5.

Perfectly chubby feet.
Perfectly chubby feet.

They took our girl over to clean her up and let hubby snap some pictures while I was slowly stitched back together.

Remember where I said that they used less freezing? Yeah…so the stitching? I felt every single stitch. Every. Single. One. And yes…each one hurt. It was the longest and worst part of the whole process. Not only because it was extremely painful but because I was also bleeding out a lot so the solution was to press down hard on my barely numb midsection to force the excess fluid out. It was as fantastic as it sounds. More so.

And this is why it took nearly two weeks for me to be able to walk without shuffling my legs. I was black and blue all over after that.

Beautiful, kissable fingers
Beautiful, kissable fingers

I wouldn’t trade any of that for the world because in the end, as they wheeled me into recovery, I had my baby girl on my chest and nothing could have replaced that moment in my life. It was the moment we started our bond, the moment I knew without a doubt that no matter how much of a surprise she was when we found out we were pregnant, this little girl was meant to be ours and God’s hand was in every part of this journey. She was meant to complete our family and steal a part of my heart that I didn’t even realize I had set aside long ago for her.

And she, and her brothers continue to steal my heart every day of their lives.

She loves her Mama cuddles. I look like I've been punched in the face. Twice.
She loves her Mama cuddles. I look like I’ve been punched in the face. Twice.


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Stephanie is a Canadian Mom of 3, Runner, Certified Functional Strength Coach (CFSC), Christ-follower and all around reeker of awesomeness. When she's not chasing after her kids, you can find her dreaming big dreams and bringing them to life.

15 Responses to My Baby’s Birth Story- Part 2

    • Lol! I totally hear you. I’ve already caught myself thinking “maybe one more” and then I laugh and pour myself another cup of coffee.

      If I could bottle the smell and send it to you, I would. It’s absolutely glorious!

    • Thank you!

      And no…that feeling is etched into my brain for life. It was like an octopus coming out. It felt like it was all limbs and slime…which I guess is partially true.

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