Feb 2, 2010

Suprisingly I had the best sleep out of many many nights, and woke up early to prepare for the big day. We arrived to Palmerston North Hospital bright and early at 7am for our surgery. We had to wait several hours and watched everyone else get called in for surgeries until we were the last people left in the waiting room. After talking to lots of different medical staff, getting changed into our surgery gowns and more waiting.....it was finally our turn.

Self photo pre surgery.

Even though I had a c-section before, it was still quite scary. This time it was a whole different type of operation. Not as rushed, and everyone was calm. I had a spinal instead of a epidural, and the spinal takes effect immediatly. It's such a surreal feeling. They inject you (which feels like 5 bees stinging you all at once!) and then instantly your feet get warm, then your legs, then your butt, then your stomach...

My midwife, Megan, and James were such comforting support people to have with me during the surgery. I won't gross you out with all the details of the surgery (b/c believe me it is gross!) but all worth it for the final product...

This is kind of a crazy photo...Wyatt's first gasps of air. He probably is wandering what the heck is happening to him.

Wyatt James Deegan

Born Feb 2, 2010 at 1:35pm

7lbs 11oz

After he was delivered, and to my relief I heard the comfortinig sounds of crying, he was cleaned up and James got to cut the cord. Our suspicions were confirmed when the Dr announced that it was a boy.

My first look at my new son

First family photo

Wow...words can't even describe the emotional roller coaster of giving birth. It is just so incredibly amazing. The most beautiful thing in the whole world.

James got to hold Wyatt while they sewed me back together, and then James and the midwife and Wyatt all left to get a coffee (nice for some!)

I was reunited with them in the recovery room where skin to skin contact and breastfeeding was iniated with the help of our midwife. As usual the baby instinct took over and Wyatt knew exactly what to do. Soon after I was whisked away to the maternity ward, where I would spend the next 6 days recovering.