I remember entering the operating theatre and hearing a song from Annie on the radio. The anaesthetist asked me what was on the radio- I don't think he liked it, but I found it quite comforting as my hubby loves Annie!
Sections are weird experiences. I was still having contractions and my waters had only just broken so I felt very uncomfortable, but the hospital staff took it all in their stride. I did ask them to wait until my contraction finished before trying to inject my back.
After being numbed waist down the anaesthetist ran ice up my abdomen until I could feel the cold. It was very strange not being able to feel the cold but knowing that the ice was being dragged over my skin. You can still feel that it's there.
I've heard that sections are like something rooting around in a handbag. It is a very strange feeling. I felt a lot of tugs and pushes. It seemed like seconds between the curtain going up and the screams of my little girl.
My hubby says that the consultant said "She's already crying and she's not even out yet." He then realised what he'd said and was disappointed that he didn't get to announce "It's a girl". Hubby was just disappointed we didn't have a redhead! Baby was born with a full head of dark brown hair.
Meanwhile I was just waiting to see my little one. I couldn't turn my head around to see her and my first view was a picture on hubby's phone. I remember when she was placed in my arms and she stopped crying. And then we posed for a first family photo!
All in all it wasn't the birth I was expecting. I suppose I had watched too much One Born Every Minute! I had a vision in my head of the horror of labour being over and being worth it because my little one would be in my arms. Instead I have a blurred memory of a week of my life with lots of faces of different nurses, different questionable meals and a few moments of pain plus the strange sensation of not being able to feel my feet.
Despite always being maternal it took a lot longer for the bonding process to happen than I thought- not helped by the fact that she's so beautiful I can't imagine how she's mine!
It's also surprising how easily you forget what it's like being pregnant. I really don't feel like I was ever pregnant, but my body tells a different story.
At the end of the day it doesn't matter how it all happened. I love my daughter with all my heart and would do anything for her- even if she did come out the sunroof.
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