not too exciting since it was a scheduled c-section, but i was in labor when i arrived at the hospital at 5:30 this morning! i guess today was meant to be her birthday, scheduled or not.

so last night we went to bed around 10:30. i was wicked tired but told nick i was to excited to sleep... his response? zzz... he was snoring within minutes! i tossed and turned all night and probably got about 2 hours of sleep.

we got to the hospital at 5:30am and i was hooked up to the monitors, which showed regular mild contractions. i was terrified during the epidural because it's a whole different game just walking in and getting one rather than being in pain from labor and not caring. he got it on the first try though and it really wasn't bad. i was wheeled into the operating room at 7:29 and esme came into the world at 7:42! they did all the after birth business with her right in the OR with me, so i got to watch it all. she and nick did go to my recovery room about 3 minutes before i did, and surprisingly the whole c-section only took about 35 minutes. the worst part was not being able to swallow for an hour and realizing it was the anesthesiologist petting my head during the surgery and not nick. it was extremely nerve wracking, the room was spinning, and i was super thirsty (but since i couldn't swallow, i was only given a wet cloth to wipe my tongue with).

nick gave esme her first bottle in recovery, just like he did with finn (unfortunately he also had to give her the 2nd and 3rd ones as well). after a couple hours we were moved to maternity. things were going quite well... until i felt like i was going to throw up. after a c-section things like laughing and coughing hurt, can you imagine how it would feel to throw up? so i managed to talk myself out of the feeling and it went away. then it came back just as my parents walked in with finn. so finn's first glimpse of me in the hospital was terrible and i was telling nick to take him away, he looked so scared when he saw me crying and almost having a panic attack. i didn't throw up, they gave me zofran in my IV and a patch behind my ear to ease the nausea.

so finn... yeah, he wouldn't even look at esme. i wasn't expecting him to kiss her or anything, but he didn't even acknowledge that she was here. oh well, i know in time he'll adore her.

oh, and the zofran and the patch? yup, didn't work. my brother arrived and i greeted him by dropping the f-bomb left and right as i struggled to sit up so i could throw up. it was just as painful as i'd imagined it would be. then it happened again, only 10 times worse! (this is the part where i wanted to die.) after the second episode i was given phenergan in my IV and now i feel soooooo much better.

later, they made me get up and moving. i was quite proud of myself because i remember how long it took and what a struggle it was to get up after my first c-section. this time i practically jumped out of bed and did a few laps around the room. i actually feel really good!

so now i sit all by myself since nick had to take finn home for the night and all my family left so i could sleep. i don't want to sleep yet because i'll have to send esme to the nursery for the night (i'm not well enough to tend to her by myself and this makes me very sad), so i'm holding out until later tonight.

excuse the rambling nature and length of this post. i'm lonely and on some sort of painkillers.

here's the best picture i have right now (nick is not the photographer in the family)-