Evening Ladies,
This will be my last post in this thread as I'll start posting in our Dec 2010 babies thread from now on. As my final post here I thought I'd just let you know how my birth experience was.
Despite knowing I was having a c/section & having had one previously I still viewed the whole birth/delivery date with some trepidation. I'm not particularly keen on needles, operations or anything that involves me being a patient

- I think it's a control thing for me.
Well, I got to the hospital at the required time only to be told it look like I was going to be pushed back approx 3hrs

. This wasn't good news as I had been fasting from 6.30am and that meant I wasn't going in for surgery until 4ish! My major concern was that I was on insulin for the GD & by 11.30 I was already getting shakey. A BSL was done and surprise surprise it was low, so they decided to hook me up to an IV line & pump some glucose into me. Ok, I could handle that, but what I couldn't handle was the resident doctor's 3 attempts to get a canular (? think I've spelt that wrong) into my vein AND her running commentary on why she was mucking it up all the while leaving the needles in my arm (with blood spilling out all over the bed & my clothes) or manoeuvring it around trying to reinsert it into my vein!!!!!!!! So after a half hour of that pain, success but in a really bad position - anyways the anaesthetists turns up, takes one look at this and says "sorry but I'm going to have to fix that up as i don't like the look of it!)

Okkkkkkkk, I look away suck in my breathe with the sting of the local (he's theory is that it's less painful than the big needle) and then I'm told it's done!!! What! Already, YAAAA confidence returns, this is the man sticking the needle in my back and he didn't hurt me getting the canular in my hand.
A midwife comes in as lets me know that I'm now only going to have to wait 45mins longer than the original surgery time, I start to get excited but anxious at the same time, bub starts kicking me like mad. It's as though she knew it was time to join us on the outside and she wanted out. From here everything went pretty well, my B/p dropped while I was on the table and there was a flurry of activity behind me to stablise me (DH told me later that I was starting to slur & mumble and kept closing my eyes to go to sleep - i don't remember that). The delivery itself was pretty quick, except bub had done a somersault and was again breech AND it seemed she got stuck up under my ribs as there was some pretty intense pulling to get her out. So my first view of Grace was her legs up & bottom facing me whilst her head was still in me. She was an incredible shade of purple/blue and I heard not a peep out of her until they gave her the vitamin K shot.
After all the necessary checks were out of the way, they let Grace lie across me for 15-20mins before finishing up and sending me to recovery. I was in recovery for 1.5hrs as again they needed to stablise my b/p, BUT once I was up in my room I was in heaven.
They brought Grace in to me, and gave us skin to skin time together. Ahhhhhh it was perfect

, she started to root around and latched on immediately! I didn't expect that as Eliza & I had heaps of issues with latching on and feeding for the first few weeks. After a feed, they left Grace with me for about 4-5 hours, it was magic! I didn't have much skin to skin with Eliza as my family were waiting at the door when I came out of recovery and I think the midwife I had then had a different approach to encouraging skin to skin.
After DH left to drive home, the midwife put Grace in the bassinet and took her to the nursery so I could get some sleep, when they brought her back for a feed, Grace wasn't crying just looking around, once again she latched on straight away and feed beautifully.
After 2 days my milk came in and we started to experience some issues - the engorgement made it difficult for Grace and she grazed both nipples, but we got that sorted out and the little piglet just has to wait until I've expressed some milk, just enough to soften the nipple area for her to latch on to.
I have to say, so far I'm doing ok. I'm a little sore and tired. I'm most affected by Eliza's moods. She's so happy I'm home, but she get anxious and quite upset if I walk out of sight and she really gets upset if I say I can't pick her up (have to wait 2wks before I can carry anything heavier than Grace) but am carrying Grace. Poor Eliza

, but that said my darling big girl LOVES, LOVES, LOVES her little sister! If we have visitors (have had 2-3 sets a day since coming home

), she beckons them to Grace's bassinet and says "da come see Gawce)

. Today while she was watching a Dorothy DVD and copying the dance moves, she kept looking back at DH (who was nursing Grace) and saying "Grace watch" "I dance for Grace"

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Well, that's my story so far and apologies if it is disjointed, I hope you get the gist of it anyway.
I'll see you all in our new thread!
Take care all