Although the mood was so relaxed in the operating room, I was still anxious. I was concerned that I would freak out like last time and I really did not want to be knocked out. I kept repeating in my head "don't freak out, don't freak out". They did a very quick clean of Lucy and then placed her on my chest. I loved holding her so soon after birth, but her crying was a bit too much to handle, so John took her. They cut his scrubs down the chest so he could do skin to skin contact :-)
She was by far our fussiest baby at birth and this hospital was much more breastfeeding friendly, so the nurses just kept wanting me to nurse her that entire first hour or two. I was just emotionally exhausted from trying to hold it together and physically exhausted from the drugs and surgery.
My recovery wasn't quite as quick with Lucy as it had been with Finn. My OB this time had used metal staples rather than dissoluble sutures, so I had to be more careful of my incision and we needed to stay in the hospital for 3 days so they could remove the staples before going home. Also, the OB had a med student do the staples and she hadn't done a very good job so they started coming out too soon!
All in all, my birth stories have each been slightly better than the previous, but still nothing like the ideal to which I had hoped. But I praise God for my beautiful, healthy children!
Enjoy some precious pictures from Lucy's first day. John will be guest blogging tomorrow with his reflections on the births of our children!