I ended up having a scheduled c-section after all and, the experience was vastly different from Kaylee’s birth. It was probably rather uneventful, as far as surgery goes, but I’ll share more details later. Suffice it to say that Charlie and I got through it just fine.
By the second day I was doing laps around the labor and delivery floor and had reached enough milestones to be cleared to go home on day three. We opted to stay an extra night though just to make sure everything was going okay with Charlie’s circumcision.
Grandma brought Kaylee to visit us on day three, after my IV was out and I was a bit more mobile. I really did miss her as much as I thought I would, and she missed me too. She was pretty mopey until we got back home and settled into her normal routine again.
When Kaylee came to the hospital she couldn’t wait to see Charlie. I opened the door when she arrived and she walked right past me asking to see ‘her baby brubber Charlie’. In fact, she did her best to ignore me for most of the visit – her way of letting me know she wasn’t okay with me being gone I suppose. She warmed up at the end though and cuddled up on my lap for a few minutes before going back home. When she left I crumbled into a sobbing pile on the bed just in time for the head nurse to come in and ask how my stay was going. I’m sure she thought I was in the middle of a post partum depression melt-down.
I’ll be back in a few days with the story of Charlie’s birth…