A month down

Wow. I'm a bad bad blogger.

It has been well over a month since Charlotte made her way into the world and this is only my second blog. I"ll try to be better since she is sleeping a bit more lately.

Everything is so different now.  Different in an incredibly difficult way to describe.

I was talking to Mike about what kind of love it is to love a child.  We agreed that it was unlike anything we've ever felt before. Like the way we felt when we first met but more animal, more instinctual. Nearly indescribable.

We fight over holding her, changing her diaper, feeding her. Unreal.

Speaking of Mike, I really hope someone is shining up his Father of the Year award already because who knew that Michael Dee could bathe, feed, change, and put a baby to sleep all in a 30 minute span? WHO KNEW THIS? I did not.  If I did I would have procreated with this man YEARS ago. He is amazing with Charlotte. He is not afraid of breaking her, which I sort of was for a while. He is gentle, and amazing and brilliant. It's a whole new sort of love for him too.

OK, so now I know you want to know all about her and how she got here and I'll just tell you that having a C-Section was just fine.  Recovery was not.
I was nervous about the C-Section because I've never had surgery before but once Mike got in the room I was good to go. Husband/Partners of the person getting the surgery aren't allowed in the room while the anesthesia is administered.  I think it is because some people might not be good to go when they see a huge needle go into their wife's/partners spine. The anesthesia was so weird and you can't feel yourself breathing, so I was sort of focused on that so I wouldn't freak out.
Apparently they gave me the pinch test a few minutes after I got the drugs, which sounds pretty horrible to me. They stick a surgical clamp on your belly and if you can't feel it they get started. So they cut into me and I could feel like the motion of them pulling but I couldn't feel the actual pulling. I was moving around a lot on the table, and I felt a lot of pressure. 
Then it was time for our daughters birth and they couldn't get her out of me. They tried, really hard.  My doctor, and his PA, and two nurses COULD NOT GET HER OUT OF ME. She was breech so her head was all stuck up near my ribs so the doc had to grab her by her fat little legs and he couldn't quite get her out of me so Samantha, the PA, had to basically get on top of me and PUSH HER OUT OF ME. Creepy. 
Anyway, they finally got her out and then she wouldn't really breathe.  I mean she was breathing but not too well and it took her a few minutes.  Thank god for the birthing classes that we took that prepared us enough to know that this was kind of normal, and that sometimes they need help to breathe at first because she wasn't crying at all for a few minutes. I remember not freaking out though because nobody else was freaking out. It was like normal to them. So then I heard that first cry and I started crying but I just wanted to see her! They cleaned her up, daddy cut the umbilical cord and he brought her over to me so I could see her for the first time. THAT was the best part.

Did I forget to mention that this was all recorded by my husband who I'm sure will never want to have another child after this whole MESS.  The man saw my PLACENTA.  When they were sewing me up and he was taking the baby to the nursery he also saw my insides.  Like I was still all wide open on the table and he saw my insides.Yep.
The video starts out with a look at the monitors and Mike talking to the anesthesiologist  and I do have to apologize here with how damn chatty I am throughout the whole thing. My sister-in-law and I have the same doctor so we get a bit chatty about that. I was so nervous and freaked out that all I wanted to do was talk and laugh and I did a lot of that.
Skip to 4:30 for the action if you want to skip the chatty/annoying parts.
Here is a bit of a warning:
It is a BIRTH. So there is BLOOD. Watch at your own risk.

Without further ado: