Chris and I barely slept the night of May 9th, anxious about what was about to happen. I think we woke up around 3am on May 10th, and just laid in bed and talked. At around 4:30am we finally decided to get ready for the drive to the hospital. Chris made a quick trip to get some breakfast and we left the house for the last time as a family of two.
My Mom followed us to the hospital and we arrived just before 6am.
We went in through the ER and walked to the Labor and Delivery unit. I was immediately turned off as the nurse who showed us our birthing room just basically pointed at us and the room we were going to. No introduction or "Hi" "Hello". Once we got in the room she told me to undress and pee in a cup. Chris inspected the room and asked the nurse when she returned when the last time the bed was cleaned. The nurse couldn't give us an answer, so we requested to be moved to another room.
Once we got situated in the new room a steady group of nurses and doctors came in and out. It was no surprise that it took 3 nurses to find a vain for my IV which started my tears. I'm not a fan of needles and having someone come in to try and poke me was a dose of reality that I was about to go in for surgery.
Before we knew it we were up and walking towards to the operating room.
|Going to the operating room|
|Walking to the operating room|
|Surgery is about to start|
|First picture of Helena Grace|
|Happy and healthy baby!|
|Mom and daughter|
|We are a family of three|
|This picture is out of order: This is right after Helena's birth when I couldn't yet see her. Chris was such a strong comfort during the whole procedure.|