|first time I saw my daughter was about 6 hours after surgery|
Naama, a Hebrew name, means to be pleasant,delightful and sweet. We didn't know the meaning of her name when we named her. I have a cousin named Naama and I just love the sound of the name, but so far our daughter's name suits her wonderfully. She really is pleasant,delightful and sweet and not just when she's asleep!
Since I have a rare neurological condition called Dandy Walker Malformation, a C section under general anesthesia was scheduled. From the moment I knew I was going to have the C section, I was scared and not at all excited about giving birth, but when I woke up the morning of the surgery, I was calm and ready to go. My hospital bag was packed with things for myself as well as my unborn baby. My father had flown in from the U.S. a few days before. We were all very happy and excited this day was finally here.
We were told to be at the hospital at 8:30am for an 11am C section, but as anyone who has had surgery knows, operations never begin on time and when you are fasting from the night before, being hungry and anxious isn't a good combination, now add pregnancy to the mix and it's not really a happy situation.I was started on IV to curb the hunger when I got to the hospital, but it didn't really help. I was STARVING! because I hadn't eaten much the night before. Thankfully, my best friend came to the hospital to be there for me so I had some good distractions.
|Daddy to be kissing the belly|
All the distractions were great since I kept getting pushed back because there were a few emergency C sections that had to be done. I ended up going into surgery after 3pm!
Before being taken to the OR, I got all nervous again.
|us w/my dad right before going into C section|
|My dad and Raizy|
Because the C section was being done under general anesthesia, no one was allowed in the O.R. My best friend Raizy, my father, and my husband waited outside the operating room for news. I was so grateful that my best friend was there that day. she has 4 small kids of her own and she had a long bus ride to get to the hospital. I totally would've understood if she couldn't make it, but she said she wasn't missing my baby's birth for anything. In addition to being best friends since we were 12 years old, Raizy was our matchmaker, so it was really special sharing this moment in our lives with her. Apparently Raizy was so excited that she started crocheting the baby a hat while waiting for the birth! My father passed the time saying psalms.
Since general anesthesia would affect the baby, I was awake during all the prep work in the O.R. and was put to sleep right before the incision to deliver the baby was made. I've written about how operating rooms freak me out because of all my previous surgeries, but I was totally calm during the preparations. I was very proud of myself :) The anesthesiologist said he was going to give me morphine as well. I said I didn't want morphine because I wasn't sure how I would react to it. I also told him I was never given morphine before. He looked at me and said "with all the surgeries you've had in the past, TRUST me they gave you morphine." I realized he was probably right which shut me up real fast :) Before getting onto the operating table, I handed my camera to a woman in the O.R. who was going to take pictures as soon as the baby was born. I wanted some memory of the baby's birth if I was going to be knocked out for it!! I wish now that I had asked if video could be taken instead of pictures, but at least I have something.
Once on the operating table, a sheet was put up so I couldn't see what was going on. My arms were laid out straight and put on arm rests at each side of me so IV lines could be inserted. I seriously looked and felt like someone being given a lethal injection! My OBGYN walked into the O.R., told me everything was going to be fine and disappeared behind the sheet. I felt the catheter being inserted which was quite painful. The last thing I remember was feeling a burning, heavy sensation overcome me as the anesthesiologist placed a mask over my face. I was a bit confused by that since I knew the anesthesia was being administered through IV and not a mask, but I had like a second to think about it before everything went dark.
The next thing I know, I hear someone tell me I had a beautiful, healthy baby girl. "Where is she?" I mumbled. As I opened my eyes, I see Raizy and my father standing next to me in the recovery room. Raizy said my husband was with the baby in the nursery.
As it sunk in through my groggy mind that I had a baby, I took a deep breath. I fully expected to smell the anesthesia I hate so much, but there was no smell! I was however totally parched. Raizy was ready with water which she gave me by letting me suck on a sponge she kept dipping in water. We talked for a bit and then my husband came in and showed me a picture of our daughter who was upstairs in the nursery.
After awhile, my father went to get a bite to eat. Raizy told me that when my OBGYN came out of the O.R. smiling saying everything went beautifully, my father who was in tears, hugged him and told him how much of a miracle this baby is. When I was born 3 months premature 30 years ago, I wasn't expected to make it through my first night. I was very touched to hear about the exchange between my father and my doctor.
Several hours later. I was moved to a room upstairs. Still lying on the bed, the nurse wheeled me into the room, placing me next to a vacant bed. "OK move over to the empty bed," said the nurse. I looked at her and almost asked her if she was on crack. I just had a baby cut out of me! I can't move and she wants me to transfer beds?! "just move on your tush," the nurse said again. I told her I couldn't. At this point my father and Raizy started getting real upset at the nurse, telling her that aside from the pain of surgery, I was disabled so I really couldn't move on my own. My father demanded the nurse find two men who could lift me to the adjacent bed. The nurse had no idea what to do with herself. Her facial expression said it all as she told my father they didn't have anyone who could help me. My father told her he didn't buy it and again demanded she find someone. The nurse was back 5 minutes later with two men;) They each took one end of the sheet I was on and lifted me to the next bed. Now that's what I'm talkin about!
Soon after, my husband walked into the room with our daughter. I was in shock that this little thing was mine. I waited so long to see her and now here she was right in front of me!
|Looks like Naama was excited to meet mommy! she gripped my finger so tightly!|