Knowing the date when your baby boy is going to be born is really surreal. It was a date we were given in mid-December as I had elected to have a caesarean section given my polyhydramnios diagnosis and the fact that baby boys position in my tummy was changing daily. He had been transverse, breech and head down at various points throughout the third trimester and my consultant was concerned that if I went into labour with baby boy lying transverse there was a risk of cord prolapse which was a risk I was keen to eliminate.
My consultant booked me in for my elective caesarean section for my 39th week of pregnancy so our baby boys’ birth date fell on Tuesday 9th January. I went for a pre-op appointment on the Saturday before and we were anxiously waiting for the date to come round with fingers crossed that baby boy didn’t decide to arrive spontaneously.
On Tuesday, we left home early, with Olly in the safe hands of his Grandparents and headed off to hospital to ‘check-in’ for 7:30am. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I was trying to remain calm with the prospect of meeting our new little man at the forefront of my mind but I did have pangs of anxiety which I tried to ignore.
We were first on the ward and shown to a bed which had a hospital gown and compression stockings on for me and a pair of scrubs for Shilts. We were asked to make ourselves comfortable, get changed and was told the anaesthetist and consultant would be doing the rounds later that morning to talk to all the ladies on the ward and decide who would be up first.
I was first seen by the anaesthetist who asked me questions about my previous delivery with Olly, asked me about the medication I was currently on and explained the ‘spinal block’ procedure to us. Next the consultant who was to perform the section came around and she spoke to us about why we had elected to have the section. She explained the risks and I signed a consent form to agree to the op.
Before we knew it, two midwives popped their head around our curtain and asked us if we were ready to go. They asked Shilts to grab a baby hat and a nappy and off we walked to theatre. It is such an odd experience walking the corridors of the hospital knowing that on the way back you’ll be wheeled from recovery with a baby in your arms.
I had to take several deep breaths as the nerves kicked in as I walked into theatre. Shilts was asked to wait in a side room until they were ready for him and bless him, the room was tiny and the wait must have been awful for him.
I went into theatre and was asked to sit on the table in the middle of the room. It was a huge brightly lit room with equipment spaced out around the room. There must have been at least 10 people in the room; 2 midwives, 2 anaesthetists, 2 or 3 theatre staff as well as the consultant who was assisted by 2 junior doctors. There was also another junior doctor in the room who was a surgical trainee observing the procedure.
The staff were really friendly, chatty and the atmosphere was really calm and relaxed. One of the theatre staff spent time with me talking through what was happening and what I could expect at various stages throughout the procedure and she did a great job of calming me down. The anaesthetists began and I had a cannula put into a vein in my left arm. I had a blood pressure monitor strapped to my right arm and a heartbeat monitor on my finger. The anaesthetists said due to my higher BMI they were going to give me a spinal block and an epidural just in case the spinal didn’t work. Luckily, the epidural wasn’t needed and the spinal worked well.
I was asked to lie down and the staff began prepping for the op. My legs and lower body went numb quite quickly but I could still feel some movements. When they drained my waters, the sensation of it all being sucked out of my tummy was one that I can’t describe. It felt like someone had pulled the plug out of the bathtub which is so bizarre and my tummy felt much lighter.
After half an hour of me walking into theatre, Shilts came and sat down next to me and was told that our baby boy was due to be born. The consultant said I had some scar tissue from my previous section and that they’d take their time but before we knew it, the anaesthetist said he could see a head being delivered and our baby boy came into the world head first with a brilliant pair of lungs on him. It was such a relief to hear him cry.
At 10.01am, our beautiful baby boy Freddie Benjamin was born weighing 8lb.
His cord was cut after it had stopped pulsating and Freddie was checked over by the midwives to check that he was ok. I was prepared for the neo-natal team to check him over and had heard that they would pop a tube down his throat to check for blockages due to the polyhydramnios. They wrapped Freddie up and gave him to Shilts for a cuddle whilst they finished the procedure and stitched me up.
It was overwhelming to see our little man. He looked just like his big brother with dark hair. He was the most beautiful little boy I had ever seen. Our family was complete and I couldn’t believe it. We couldn’t wait to introduce him to his big brother who was sure to be as besotted with him as we are.
I’ll write up a recovery post another time but I’m so pleased to welcome our beautiful little boy to the world. I am completely made up and so full of love for my boys, life is good!