One of the best and worst things about a schedule C-section is knowing exactly when you'll have your baby.
While it's nice knowing and not having to wait around, I always experienced a lot of anxiety, especially in the hours preceding my delivery.
Getting the epidural was especially anxiety inducing. Would it hurt? What if I didn't get numb? My anxiety manifest itself in the form of crying. So, pretty much the whole time leading up to the delivery (Ok, and after too) I'm a basket case.
For those of you who experience childbirth the natural way, and are probably screaming in pain by the time your epidural is in place, I'll give you the scoop on how it works.
The anesthesiologist comes in, after I've signed my life away, and gives me the low-down. This is stuff along the lines of sit really still, this is what you'll feel, etc. Then s/he introduced me to the anesthesiologist nurse who basically acts as my personal assistant throughout the whole procedure.
Remember those gowns you have to wear? The ones that are pretty much designed so that all private areas are accessible at all times?
As I'm sitting there with my nine month pregnant self hanging out of this gown, the anesthesiologist instructs me to place my feet on Alex's knees while she inserts the epidural. The anesthesiologist nurse comes in at this point and introduces himself, as Ryan. I'm trying to be polite while I'm
sniffling like an idiot holding back tears.
The epidural is in place and I'm waiting to get numbed enough for them to place the catheter in. (Yeah, fun times, I know.) Since my legs are going numb and I pretty much can't feel or move anything, I'm just having to lay there, my fashionable gown not covering anything, with Alex standing on one side of the bed and my personal assistant, Ryan, on the other.
It is at this point that Ryan says to Alex, "You look really familiar to me."
Alex responds with, "I was thinking the same thing? Did you wrestle for Vestavia? I think we wrestled together in high school."
"Yeah! That's it," says Ryan and a conversation ensues about their glory days of high school wrestling.
With me, lying on the bed between them, legs spread.
Let me tell you, that did A LOT to calm my nerves. Right.
All I have to say is that I've never pictured myself lying on a bed between two men. However, if I did, wrestling certainly would not be the topic of conversation and I would not be nine months pregnant.
Thankfully that's one experience I won't have to relive again!