The moment happens

Not his usual uniform but it still looks good!!!

After the C-Section was decided things happened so quickly. The anesthesiologist brought in this green liquid I was told would help fight off acid in my stomach ( I think that's what he said I wasn't really paying attention) either way I immediately threw it up afterward. The nurse brought in Ken's wardrobe to wear in the operating room and took him to the post op ward so he could take our stuff there. Meanwhile they were prepping me and making me sure I knew what was going to happen. Once the operating room was prepped they laid my bed back and started wheeling me in there. I remembered thinking how I wanted Ken there. Once there I remember the Dr saying how it wouldn't be to much longer until I met my son. They then had me transferred to the operating table. After they got me all situated and my arms strapped down, I started shaking like crazy, they asked if I was cold which I couldn't really tell so I said yeah. They covered my arms and chest with this air blanket that was filled with hot air. It didn't make the shaking stop and I was scared that if I was shaking this much I was going to make them mess up. I didn't know if I was shaking down past my chest because I couldn't feel it. The anesthesiologist started making sure I was numb by doing more poke tests, pretty much the same ones he had been doing when my epidural was wearing off. I kept worrying it would wear off again during surgery. Once they had everything prepped it seemed like they were getting started with the surgery and I kept worrying they weren't going to bring Ken in. Just then I heard one of the nurses say she was going to go get the husband and a few minutes later Ken was there. He came in and started stroking my hair telling me I was doing great I thought, I'm not doing anything anymore they're doing it all but it was comforting anyway. He noticed how shaky I was and asked if I was o.k. I said yeah and I think that was the only word I had said in the operating room so far. They told me I would start to feel some pulling and tugging and it was just them getting the baby out. It was probably one of the weirdest feelings I have ever felt. The anesthesiologist told Ken to stand up and he could watch the baby being born. I got really excited, and then heard the most amazing sound... our baby.

What a big boy!!!

Our Baby!!!

Meeting our baby!!

As soon as he was out Ken went over to him and started taking pictures. They finished the delivery and then started stitching me up.The whole time baby Kevin was crying and I felt horrible that I couldn't hold him. I wanted to see him so bad. Luckily because we had it written in our birth plan Ken was able to cut the cord ( they kept it long so it wasn't attached to anything but Ken was happy he was still able to do that) the nurse told us if it came to a c-section he wouldn't be able to but she was wrong. After what seemed liked an eternity they finally brought him over and I started talking to him. As soon as he heard my voice he stopped crying and that made me feel so amazing. When they broke my water they had noticed a lot of meconium in the fluid so they needed to take the baby to the nursery as soon as possible so they could make sure he didn't aspirate any. I felt horrible I couldn't bond with him right away. Ken went with the baby when they took him out. After they finished they transferred me to another gurney and took me to the post op ward. I asked when I could see my baby and they told me as soon as I could bend my knees and lift my butt they would take me to my recovery room and the baby would be brought in shortly afterward. I was told it might take up to 2 hours for me to be able to move. I was determined though so after 40 minutes I moved my little behind and bent my knees like it was life or death. I wanted to see my baby. The nurse called down to postpartum to see if there was a room available. Luckily there was and even more luckily it was a private room. I asked her to call down to the nursery and have Ken come back up. He had this amazingly proud look on his face when I saw him again. We were taken to our room and our new nurse introduced herself and asked if there was anything she could get me and if I was hungry. Which of course I was starving so she showed me how to use the hospitals room service, went over my meds with me and got me some water. My food came, I ate then waited for my baby to be brought in. Finally when I thought I couldn't wait any longer, the door opened and I saw the most beautiful thing in the world being wheeled into my room. I started crying and Ken handed me our little miracle. Finally after 40 weeks and 4 days I was able to meet my son.