Tabitha - posted on 01/28/2009 ( 6 moms have responded )
heres my c-section story...
i was almost 9 months pregnant, with twins, (identical boys :-] ) When the time came a c-section as the way it had to be. I was 19 yrs old at the time, and totally nervous! my dr assured me that everything would be ok and if i had any questions or concerns just to let the Anesthesiologist know. The scariest part for me was the whole 'epidural ' part. I had been told horror stories about huge needles and permanent paralization. Oh man i was huggen that pillow so hard (they had me sit up and lean forward and hold a pillow. i was sitting on the opporating table with my huge belly tucked between my legs, and they send this itty bitty nurse to stand infront of my incase i fall. HA ya she'll break my fall)
anyway it turned out not to be so bad, just a little pinch then i got really happy. they let my boyfriend come in then and he held my hand, i still think he was more nervous then me, but that could have just been all those drugs. At 6:12pm Corbin was born i sent Jeff (my boyfriend/their father) over to the table were they took Corbin to report back to me, then 2 minutes later Devin was born. I could see Jeff running back and forth from table to table then back to me. Thats when I hear one of them start screaming! Now being a new mother i had no idea what was going on, Jeff was over there with the baby and i couldnt get his attention, so i tilt my head back and ask my Anesthesiologist, who was TEXTING on his phone, what was going on, as in why is my baby screaming his head off. And you know what he said! "He's a baby, babies cry." then he went back to TEXTING on his phone :-O oh my goodness if i hadnt of been numb from the waist down i would have.... well nothing really, i was fighting to keep myself awake after all the med, i was in no mood to yell at some guy i would never see agian. Dangit i just wanted to know what was going on! but thankfully Jeff was on his way back to me and had heard everything, ha he was pretty pissed to, but he kindly held my hand agian and told me Corbin was ok. They had just givin him a shot.
But, the point of this story is that darn Anesthesiologist was on his phone the whole darn time! His JOB was to make sure I was ok. after that 'giant kneedle' and everything. i was spacifially told if i had a question to ask that guy. And for some darn reason instead of looking back at one of the happiest days of my life, when my beautiful twin boys were born, the thing i remember most was that guy texting on his phone and being a compleat A-hole to me. urg.