I had a repeat c-section scheduled for Monday, 3/5. Around 12:45 Friday, 3/2 I woke up to pee. I stood up when I was done and as I puled my pants up, I felt a gush. At first, I thought it was weird that I peed my pants right after going, and I sat back down real fast. I felt a couple more gushes and started to be pretty sure I had broken my water.
DH was just getting ready to go to bed, and I informed him that I thought my water had broke. The look of shock on his face was priceless. I told him I had put on a pad and was going to see how much more fluid came out. As soon as I laid down in the bed, more came out and I announced that no more guessing, it had to be my water.
I called my doctor and explained the situation, and she agreed that it sounded like my water. She told me to head to the hospital. She asked me what I was going to want to do, in terms of c-section vs. VBAC. I told her I wanted to wait and see what sort of progress I had before I made my decision.
We called my MIL to come and stay with Zoe and then we packed a bag (hadn't done this yet

) and when she got there, we headed in. At the hospital, they hooked me up to the monitors and waited for a resident to come through and check to see if my water had in fact broken.
When they came to check me, I was apparently sitting in a puddle, so it was pretty apparent that my water had in fact broken. I really hadn't dilated any more than I was at my Tuesday appointment nor had I effaced. After siting with the monitors on me, we could see that I wasn't even contracting. None of that were good signs for a VBAC. DH and I had discussed in the car if there wasn't any progress or signs that this would be successful, then we would just do a repeat section. So, that is what they started prepping for.
When my doctor arrived, they wheeled me to the OR and prepped me for the surgery. I got the spinal and for some reason I was really paranoid about it not taking. It turns out, I wasn't being paranoid for no reason. I had random places where I could feel not only the tugging and pulling, but the pain of what they were doing. Things started to get a bit hazy for me.
I remember hearing him cry when he was born and seeing him over the curtain. I think I remember DH bringing him to me. Then the next thing I remember is waking up looking for DH and Zachary and they weren't there. Apparently, my doctor was concerned about the amount of vocalization I was having about what I could feel. Because it was random, she had a hard time knowing what actually was going on, but they thought if I was having any pain, it was better to just put me under, which they did. I guess I would prefer that then to feel them o the rest of the surgery.
I met DH and Zachary in recovery. He nursed like a champ. I was still in quite a bit of pain. The nurses even commented about how much I was feeling on my ride out of recovery to my room, and then when they transferred me to the bed. For me, the epidural was way better than the spinal.
Zachary William
3/2/12
7lbs 15 oz
20 inches