Well, at 37 weeks the doctor decided it was time to induce due to blood pressure issues. I had been sent to the hospital for monitoring two times during the last two weeks for it. I was very nervous about being induced as I've read that most inductions result in c-sections. I definitely did not want a c-section! That's major surgery and I want to be able to see my baby and hold him after being born.
Around 9 PM on the 12th, they checked me for the last time. I was only at 5-6 cm and Cooper was ready to come. So, they decided it was time for the dreaded c-section. At that point, I just wanted to see my baby and to know he was healthy and normal. They prepped me and sent Aaron and me to the OR. As they began working, I couldn't tell what was going on because I could literally feel nothing, not even pressure. Once Aaron confirmed that Cooper had been delivered (@ 9:25 PM), I waited for the cry, but there was nothing! I asked the doctors and the nurses what was going on. "Why isn't he crying? Is he okay? This can't be normal!" No one answered and I still couldn't hear his cry. I began full-on panic mode! Aaron said the nurse behind me said to the doctor, "Doctor, I think it's time for the vitamin D." And then, I remember nothing because I was knocked out! I guess vitamin D is code for Demerol. That is exactly the c-section scenario I feared so much.
I woke up four hours later and felt like I had been hit by a train. They wheeled me to the nursery so I could see my baby boy for the first time and I'll tell you what, I fell in love instantly! He was beautiful and perfect. And Aaron with his son, I have never seen such a love! We were kept in the hospital for 6 days because I had fevers. I was so frustrated. I just wanted to go home and heal. Well, fevers were the least of my problems. The next Sunday, on the 23rd, I had to go to the ER because my incision was seriously infected! That was the worst pain imagineable, even with 4 cc's of morphine! I was like a child. I had no control over my pain, my reactions, my emotions. I was crying hysterically and screaming at the top of my lungs as the OB on-call was digging a track in my incision to drain the infection. Then, she had to pack it with gauze. I spent 4 more days in the hospital for complications. It has been 5 weeks since that terrifying ER visit and Aaron is still packing my insicion with gauze everyday.Next time, I hope will not be such a challenging recovery, but I am so blessed to have such a caring husband and a beautiful baby boy! Knowing what I know now, I'd go through this all over again just to have Cooper in our lives.






