(or what those in the open fetal surgery world lovingly refer to as: Butt Day – instead of Birth Day…
picture explanation to come)
December 20, 2013
We didn’t have to be at the hospital until 8:30, so we woke up around 7 to pack up and get ready.
We went to my parents’ room at the hotel around 8 and they dropped us off at the hospital
(after snapping our pre-surgery picture).
After checking in, we went to our room (4203).
My nurse that morning was Diane and she was fabulous.
She was so reassuring and helpful, and made sure Nate got frequent updates during the surgery.
I scrubbed my belly and changed into a hospital gown.
Diane started an IV,
(after starting hundreds of IVs, I finally got my very own!! I don’t see why so many people whine… )
and Dr.s Zaretsky, Nevins, and Behrendt did one more ultrasound.
(For some reason my face was bright red from now until after the surgery)
Then everyone left and Nate and I had a little while just to ourselves.
We nervously chatted until the anesthesiologist (Erin) came in.
She gave me some Versed and now is when it starts to get fuzzy :-).
I vaguely remember leaning over the bedside table and her putting in my epidural (which would remain in from Friday morning to Monday morning.)
Nate says I kept saying “can I get a popsicle?” in a slurred voice, but I have no recollection of that.
Soon after that they wheeled me down the hall to the OR. I remember there was a line at the door and they told Nate he had to stay on one side of the line.
He gave me a kiss, and told me I’m a REALLY good kisser on Versed.
(apparently we made out between the epidural and the surgery. sadly, I don’t remember that part.)
Then we wheeled into the OR. There were a lot of people in light blue scrubs, surgical caps and masks.
And there was soft spa music playing.
(The day before, an OR nurse asked me what kind of music I would like playing when I came in.
I told her spa music. It’s what I listen to when I go to sleep at night.
She came through. )
They moved me to the table and started doing things. I remember getting sleepy.
(The spa music really worked! but it also might have been the drugs Erin was pushing…)
Someone was sitting next to me, holding my hand and stroking my hair.
She said “your eyelids are sparkly.”
(I had put a little makeup on that morning –
I suspected it probably wasn’t allowed, but no one had ever said anything.)
I panicked a little that I was going to get in trouble. I tried to explain it to this person, but I’m not sure what I said. It’s the last thing I remember.
Then this happened:
(Our Butt Day – not the greatest picture. But that’s my uterus and our little baby’s back.)
(Another girls’ Butt Day -she got a better picture- to help better understand why it’s called Butt Day”)
(this is Keri, my favorite nurse there – and next to her is Diane, my other favorite )
(I got to skip the PACU and come straight back to my room to recover. There were lots of people setting stuff up and such, and I got to see Nate right away. Even though I don’t remember it )
Next thing I knew someone was saying, “It went really well.” I think it was probably the 5th or 6th time they had said it, but it was the first time it registered. I remember saying I was soooo happy, and so glad we did the surgery. I remember feeling a lot of love and gratitude. Apparently I was telling everyone I loved them – Dr.s, Nurses…and calling everyone by name when I said it. I felt REALLY good.
It felt like when you wake up really refreshed and care-free, like on the first day of a long vacation when you have absolutely nothing to do or worry about.
Just, so relaxed.
Like, when you take a deep breath as soon as you wake up on the day and just feel so at peace.
That’s how it felt. (Until the drugs wore off at least…)
I remember asking where Nate was and asking him how the surgery went and where my wedding ring was.
I watched a video of me coming out of anesthesia later and apparently I asked about 4 times what he had for lunch. I wanted to know what he ate AND drank. I seemed really relieved that he ate.
Then I asked my parents (who had arrived a few minutes before I came out) what THEY had had for lunch. Food AND drink.
In the video I kept pointing to the left side of my stomach and saying, “My stomach hurts…right here. Not over here (the right side), I can’t feel that at all. Right here (left side).” I said it over and over. They explained to me half a dozen times how to use my epidural button. Every time they would start to explain I would listen for a few seconds and then turn my head away. It seemed very rude. I have no recollection of that, or the obsession with what everyone ate for lunch.
At one point in the video I said,
“Was I very exposed??”
The nurse assured me that I had not been “very exposed”, but they had kept me decent.
I don’t really remember caring very much…
I do remember Nate giving me ice chips, they tasted SO good.
He told me they had updated him frequently, and I was so happy.
He told me he had written everything down when they had updated him.
He wrote the whole time I was in surgery, to keep himself sane I think.
I don’t really remember the rest of that day.
My parents left at some point. Nate stayed by my side at all times.
The day nurse left, the night nurse (Markka) came.
At some point in the night, the magnesium kicked in and the general anesthesia wore off,
and the pain and contractions started.