My surgery was scheduled for 1:50PM and we were told to come in two hours early, so we showed up at the hospital around noon. They checked me in and I got into a room right away. As I laid there waiting, I was asked a bajillion more questions, one being if I had eaten, as I was supposed to fast. I had to be honest - I had A doughnut early this morning because I knew I wouldn't make it that long without eating. Big mistake. Because of one silly doughnut, I got my surgery pushed back to 3:00PM, not to mention the title of "The Doughnut Lady" by the surgical staff. As soon as they started in on me (in jest, of course) I told them, "Well, if it means anything, it was a really good
Overall, the whole experience was vastly different than what we had with Robby. It was calm, controlled, and actually joyous - as it should be. I went in nervous, but aware of everything that was going to happen and had no surprises. No chaos, no emergencies, no complications. I am praising God for His strength and mercy in this situation and for the joy and blessings He has showered upon us undeservedly. We felt every single prayer and were immensely blessed by the family and church family who came beside us celebrated new life with us. And a HUGE thank you to my step mom, brother, and sister-in-law who were wonderful enough to take care of our firstborn the whole time we were in the hospital. Robby was well taken care of thanks to them.
On a personal note, my pain is very minimum and I feeling pretty good overall. Drew is in very good health and will be going in for a checkup sometime on Monday. Conveniently enough, I will have my staples removed sometime on Monday as well.