So this past week was very emotional for me. It started out Monday with an acupuncture/moxibustion appointment to try and get george to turn in the womb. (Moxibustion is close to burning your toes). Well we prayed he was turning. I had my appointment on Wednesday and the Dr said it appeared he was still breech. So he sent me over to his wife (the other side of the office) to do an ultrasound to confirm whether or not he was breech. He told me that if he was still breech I should consider a c-section. Delivering naturally when breech is possible and he had done it before but he says that 1 in 3 breech babies delivered naturally come out injured or die. So I had the ultrasound and he was still breech. I didnt see my Dr before leaving the office so I went home and we scheduled a Priesthood blessing for that evening. I still did not want a c-section so I wanted to see if the Priesthood blessing gave any hint of a possibility that he would turn on his own (not likely anymore but still possible). Well the blessing happened and we were reminded that modern medicine IS a miracle and to trust our doctors. So we felt that meant George was not going to turn. As much as I was not looking forward to labor and pains I didnt want a c-section. When I had my mole removed they numbed things but I could still feel the cutting, tugging and sewing, just without pain. I was not looking forward to being a human quilt again. And with gall bladder surgery they tore 4 holes through my abs and the c-section would be a large slice. I had a hard time lifting my purse after the smaller surgery and after a c-section i'd have a baby that I'd want to hold but not be able to pick up. I cried but I knew I cared more about getting George here safely than whether or not I could fully take care of him at first. We also decided we should schedule a c-section. Why wait to go through labor pains when we knew we'd need a c-section anyways? So Thursday I called to see when I could schedule it and the Dr said he could do the next day. I said ok, because I didnt want any more time worrying about the c-section than needed. Then the hospital was available at 8 am. Mom would not be able to make it, which did make me a little sad, but only one person would be allowed with me for the c-section. We went in at 5 am on the baby's due date and started going through paperwork and getting prepped. I withdrew and 'zoned out' to cope with the pain leading up to the procedure. Jon came in and surgery began. I focused on listening to george cry as soon as he started to avoid what was happening to my stomach. He was amazing. Of course, almost as soon as the procedure was over I started getting tired and wanting to sleep. But having George was a miracle. I loved him. When Jon left me by myself to go get Mom from the airport I was holding him and I realized that george was worth it. All that pain, for just one precious little boy, was worth it. He was so big- 9 lbs 14 ounces and so precious. Jon at one point said he looked like Grandpa Lang and I feel that's kinda appropriate. As one precious life is leaving, one precious new one has started. Recovery is going well. It hurts and I cant stand up with George but I can hold him in certain positions and I can sit down while holding him. I cant get things from the ground but I can do some things. And at least I can hold him and snuggle with him. :)
Side note: I cried tonight when I told Jon that george got his very first mosquito bite tonight while I was watching him. :( It landed on his forehead and I went to hit it and realized I cant hit my baby... so I slowed down and touched the mosquito, but the mosquito had been there for a little bit. The mosquito did land on me shortly after and I had no problem slapping it and killing it on me. Serves that mosquito right for hurting my new baby!