Christmas Eve I went to the hospital forreadmission testing.
They did some bloodwork (as you can see it took SEVERAL tries) and I finished up some paperwork.
Christmas Day we came home from my mom's and I had to follow a whole series of instructions to shower and prep myself for surgery. I thought I would be too worked up to sleep much but exhaustion overtook anxiety and I did get a fair amount of rest. Ryan on the other hand was so worried he was up two hours before our 4 am alarm.
We got to Phoenixville Hospital and they got me changed and all prepped. I felt pretty calm when I was in the maternity ward. They got me hooked to the iv, and walked us through what would be happening. They wanted to insert the catheter for surgery right away but I pushed back and said I wanted to wait until after my spinal. They eventually agreed. They were also surprised to see that I was having contractions, which of course, I already knew about. C-section scheduled or not, I don't think it would have been too long until Hannah made her appearance.
Before I knew it I was being whisked off to the OR. I said good-bye to Ryan who went to get changed and ready.
My anxiety level began to rise quite a bit when I got into the OR. I was heavily sedated last time when I had Isaac and it was all sort of a blur. This time everything seemed hyper focused and overwhelming. I was shaking so badly that different people kept trying to give me blankets thinking I was cold. There were so many people and everyone was talking and just confusion and commotion. It was quite scary and I really started to freak out and of course I felt all alone because Ryan was not permitted in yet. Thankfully one of the nurses was so sweet and respectful and coached me to take deep breaths and really helped me through the worst of it until Ryan got here. They did leave my arms loose (last time they tied them down) which helped a lot too. I was also surprised at how much I could feel. I was not in pain, but I could clearly feel them tugging and prodding which was unsettling at best and nauseating at worst. Finally Ryan came in and they were ready to deliver.
If you are interested (and I don't know why you would be!), Ryan took some really clear but graphic pictures of the doctors delivering her. He was so interested that he kept standing up to look over the screen and they kept telling him "Sit down dad! Sit down! You can't watch the surgery!" Soon I felt an insane amount of pressure and then even more commotion and them saying "She's here! She's beautiful! She has tons of black curly hair!" They flashed her over the drape quickly and then whisked her off. I could hear her crying and Ryan went to take some pictures and cut her cord. I couldn't stop crying. The sweet nurse narrated what was happening to me. ("Aww, your husband is holding her hand. Your husband is cutting the cord.)
Ryan came back to be with me and I asked him to see pictures and he kept showing me the icky surgery pictures. I just remember being like "What does she LOOK like?"
Soon they brought her over to me. I don't know if every mom feels this way but for me it was a rush of emotions: relief that she is here, panic because nothing about my life will ever be the same again, feeling anxious because I am seperated from the baby immediately. I remember that I sort of expected her to look like Isaac did as a newborn and she really didn't at all.
Soon Hannah and Ryan were whisked off by the labor and delivery nurse and I was left to get stitched up and then carted to recovery. Dr. Cantarella did call down to the nursery and told me the baby weighed 8 pounds and 7 ounces-- a big girl for barely 39 weeks! They told me I couldn't go back to maternity until I could move my legs which felt like heavy sandbags. I was bored to tears in recovery and desperate to see Hannah and try breastfeeding. Finally the nurse decided I was in good enough shape to go back to maternity. She informed me they were just waiting for a transporter for me. And I was again left to wait... And wait... Soon I heard the nurse on the phone asking why I had been skipped. She came and told me it should only be a little longer. More time passed and I heard her call and again ask why I had been skipped. At this point I was near tears. Finally a young kid came and carted me back to maternity.
Finally I got to really meet my baby girl. Ryan told me she was so good when they were getting her cleaned up. She didn't cry for her bath or her shots. I was able to try to breastfeeding her for a few minutes but I had missed that period when she was really awake. She spent the rest of the day beig deeply, deeply asleep. 

Next thing I knew there was a knock at the door and it was my brother Joe coming to visit. He said, "I have someone else with me to visit and then in walked my sister Jennifer! She had secretly made plans to fly in. Joe was in on it but no one else was. I cried. It was the only thing that could have made a totally sweet and perfect day any sweeter.
My parents and Isaac showed up later. My mom was so shocked she didn't know where to run to first-- Jen or Hannah.
Lots of people have wondered about how Isaac will do giving up almost nine years of being an only child for a new role as big brother. He has done great but at their initial meeting he was not too sure. He would only refer to Hannah as an "it" or a "creature". He did reluctantly hold her but he refused to smile.
My brother Tom also came straight from work that night to meet the baby.
Thank you to everyone who texted me, left me messages, sent gifts and well wishes. I have been truly touched by the generosity of family and friends!








































