I don't normally do Throwback Thursdays but today I had to make an exception.
One year ago today was one of the most memorable days of my life.
I woke at 6am and made my way to the hospital with my overnight bag, knowing I was having surgery that morning. I was so nervous that my teeth were chattering.
I was taken into the operating theatre and I'll never forget the colour of my husbands face as he watched various people try 7 times to find a vein big enough for the cannula. Then the whiter shade of pale when he realised that it was nothing compared to the spinal I was about to have.
I laid down as I was hooked up to various machines and bleepy things. I remember making idle conversation with the anesthetist as he suddenly announced that I was open on the table with just a flimsy blue sheet between my head and the open surgery. But at least I couldn't feel it.
Conversation continued and then I remember there was a minute. The longest minute I have ever experienced. Those seconds between hearing the surgeon say "there's number one!" and then hearing the cry. My second childs first breath. Within moments I heard "aaaand here's number two!" as my third child entered the world, screaming his lungs out. There is no greater sense of relief than hearing those cries and knowing that your babies have made it through their cesarean birth.
The twins were cleaned and wrapped and placed on me for the first time. They stopped crying. It was as if they instinctively knew me, and in that moment I forgot all about the fact that someone was below my waist preparing to stitch me up. All I could feel was the huge rush of love that I hadn't felt since my eldest was born 2 years prior. There is no greater feeling in the world. Whether you have a natural birth, medicated, or c section... you get to fall in love with this tiny human that you have spent months bonding with as he kicks your insides.
So here is my Throwback Thursday on the 29th May 2014.
Happy first birthday boys.
One year ago today was one of the most memorable days of my life.
I woke at 6am and made my way to the hospital with my overnight bag, knowing I was having surgery that morning. I was so nervous that my teeth were chattering.
I was taken into the operating theatre and I'll never forget the colour of my husbands face as he watched various people try 7 times to find a vein big enough for the cannula. Then the whiter shade of pale when he realised that it was nothing compared to the spinal I was about to have.
I laid down as I was hooked up to various machines and bleepy things. I remember making idle conversation with the anesthetist as he suddenly announced that I was open on the table with just a flimsy blue sheet between my head and the open surgery. But at least I couldn't feel it.
Conversation continued and then I remember there was a minute. The longest minute I have ever experienced. Those seconds between hearing the surgeon say "there's number one!" and then hearing the cry. My second childs first breath. Within moments I heard "aaaand here's number two!" as my third child entered the world, screaming his lungs out. There is no greater sense of relief than hearing those cries and knowing that your babies have made it through their cesarean birth.
The twins were cleaned and wrapped and placed on me for the first time. They stopped crying. It was as if they instinctively knew me, and in that moment I forgot all about the fact that someone was below my waist preparing to stitch me up. All I could feel was the huge rush of love that I hadn't felt since my eldest was born 2 years prior. There is no greater feeling in the world. Whether you have a natural birth, medicated, or c section... you get to fall in love with this tiny human that you have spent months bonding with as he kicks your insides.
So here is my Throwback Thursday on the 29th May 2014.
Happy first birthday boys.
