The Isaac Story

One problem with having a c-section is that the birth story isn't very exciting. So I will try to add as much drama and suspense as I can. And a few - ok a lot - of pictures in between to liven it up a bit.

{This is me on drugs with a hole in my guts. You're welcome.}

We got up super early and went to the hospital. We checked in. They started doing all the surgery prep stuff. I had to drink a shot of some nasty orange stuff, I don't remember what it was for. An antacid maybe? Doesn't matter. I now supposedly know what really bad tequila tastes like. At least that's what the nurse told me it tastes like.

{Such a proud daddy}

After all the poking and prodding was done, we were off to surgery. During the surgery, the doctors were talking about what their kids dressed up as for Halloween the night before. I wanted to tell them to quit yakking and pay attention to what they were doing, but I refrained. I visited with the anesthesiologist a bit, and he told me what they were doing to me. Somewhere in there I threw up the nasty orange stuff. They cut me open and out popped a baby!

I wore a pretty "fall risk" bracelet for a day until I could show the nurses that I could walk safely down the halls. It got a little annoying getting in trouble every time I wanted to get up. And I had to get rid of those stupid leg massagers. I know they are supposed to prevent blood clots, but seriously, they are obnoxious. Every time the nurse came in, she would put them on my legs. I left them on as long as possible, then I would take them off after she left.

Ok this is really not an exciting story. But don't worry, I'm almost done. Ben came to the hospital that afternoon. He wasn't terribly impressed with the whole scene, as you can see from the pictures. But he did give baby brother a kiss one time, so there is hope. Actually he has really warmed up to him since we've been home.

Now for the gory part of the story. Feel free to skip this part if you're not into that kind of stuff. I managed to talk the doctor into letting me go home on Thursday afternoon. He wanted me to stay another night, but I wore him down with my begging, pleading, and crying.

{I'm not so sure about this hospital stuff Mom}

That night I got into bed, started to roll over, felt my incision pop, and then I was covered in blood. Nick and I both panicked for a minute. Turns out I had a seroma, like a fluid pocket that had built up under my incision. It opened up and drained out, which they tell me is a good thing when you have a seroma. So I have spent the last two weeks with a hole in my stomach, and Nick has to pack it twice a day with gauze. It is healing up nicely and there is no infection, so hopefully it should only take a couple more days. Hopefully.

That's all of the gross stuff. Nick's mom stayed to take care of Ben (and Nick) while I was in the hospital and she left Saturday morning. Mom and Dad came back up Friday night. Dad left Tuesday morning and Mom left Wednesday afternoon. I was all alone all day Thursday and Friday, and I survived! I think I can handle being a mother of two. Boys. Yikes.


I think that's about it. Isaac is such a good baby. He hardly ever cries, and he wakes up once in the night to eat. I love to snuggle and kiss him and he tolerates it all very well. Now I'll quit and you can just look at the rest of the pictures.

{Checking out baby brother}

{After his very first bath. I was still stuck to my bed as a "fall risk"}

{Basking in the glow of the heat lamp after his bath}

{Napping with Dad}

{Grandpa teaching him the fine art of pinochle}

{Grandma smooches}

{First bath with Mom and a mohawk}

{I love those little poochy lips}