- Having a C-section, albeit fairly dramatic, was nowhere near as bad as I imagined it would be….if anything, I think I got off lightly.
- It seems that emergency sections are most definitely a spectator sport! We counted there to be about fifteen people in the room when I gave birth. I can only recall four at most, one of which was some kind of porter who was sat on a bench like he was waiting for a bus, checking his watch and looking very bored.
- Morphine is a funny thing. It made me feel like a mixture between one of the turtles out of Finding Nemo and Keanu Reeves…everything seemed “totally audacious dude!” In other words, in a completely surf-bum kind of way, I was high as a kite and I quite liked it – that is until it made me want to retch.
- You can’t really have regrets when in an emergency situation like this, but I did later mourn the fact that because of my morphine-filled haze, how I had imagined Lily’s birth to be was nothing like reality. When you’re preggo, so much emphasis is placed on writing your ideal “birth plan.” Whilst I completely advocate for a woman’s right to choose what happens to her body, I was in no fit state to be making any decisions, which meant any plan I had (and luckily, I didn’t really have much of one) went right out of the window. I have no real recollection of her coming out per se, although I distinctly recall that for a while, it felt like everyone in the room held their breath as she didn’t cry.
- Note to husbands: when on Morphine, testing your wife’s mathematical skills is not advisable. For those of you that don’t know, when she was small, in an attempt to get her up more quickly in the morning, my father-in-law used to give my sister-in-law random times-tables tests. N attempted to do something similar with me during surgery to try and keep me focused, but try as I might, I could not get my head to focus on numbers at all!
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