Fast forward to my second pregnancy, and this was still their firm belief. They were so convinced that, after I had my ultrasound that told me the baby was a girl, several of them repeatedly reminded me that doctors sometimes make mistakes and they would believe that it was a girl after she was born.
I believed the doctors, but I had something else to talk to them about. After needing an emergency c-section with Gabriel, I had to decide if I was going to try to have this baby naturally or schedule another surgery. I would have had to find another doctor if I wanted to do it naturally, because she wouldn't even attempt a VBAC. I decided that, after having a really rough recovery the first time, I didn't want to risk a failed VBAC and an even worse recovery.
So we scheduled surgery for November 2nd, which was really the only day that worked with Jeff's work schedule. He had just recently started with Cal Fire, so he wasn't going to be able to take a lot of time off. The hospital said the only time they could get all the staff they needed that day was 5:00 in the evening, which seemed a little weird, but whatever.
To be prepared, I would have to fast all day long. That was the hard part about having it in the evening. Jeff and I planned to get up and go out for a nice breakfast together while it was still okay for me to eat to hopefully make it easier for me to resist the rest of the day.
The morning of the big day, Jeff and I got up and started getting ready to go out when I realized that the contractions that I had been casually ignoring had been getting stronger and closer together. So, instead of going to breakfast, we went to the hospital. At first, they told me I would probably be sent home since I already had my surgery scheduled for later that day. However, after they checked me out, they said I wouldn't be going anywhere. They called my doctor to see what she wanted to do, and she came in to do the c-section around 11 am. Thank goodness I hadn't eaten yet!
The doctor made a comment about how Lily had gotten the day right, just not the time. And that's my Lily. She is very good at doing what she's supposed to, but in her own time and in her own way.
Jeff had asked ahead of time if he could watch the surgery and the doctor didn't only okay it, but let him take pictures. Yuck.
While I was still numb from the anesthesia, they put Lily in one of those rolling cradle things and rolled us both to the recovery room. I noticed her fingers looked a weird color and mentioned it, but I was told that it was just because the blood flow takes longest to get to her extremities. Once she was allowed, my mom came in, saw the purple fingers, and didn't like the explanation she was given. So, despite the fact that the nurses wanted to do more tests on Lily, my mom made them give her to me so she could get some body warmth. Within minutes, she looked much better. I'm so grateful for my mom's boldness in that situation and hope that I can be better at doing that.
Lily was the sweetest baby, wasn't too bad about sleeping, and quickly learned to smile with her entire body. She's still super sweet, and I just love her to pieces.
Oh, and Gabriel has absolutely loved her since day one.
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