six seven twelve

Well, the vbac didn't happen. The last week of my pregnancy was not great. I felt like there was a giant clock ticking away the minutes of my last chance to go into labor. I walked and -ahem- did lots of other activities that encourage labor. But nothing. Every morning felt like a failure. I was not in a good place. Then Thursday morning dawned (as I was sitting at my kitchen table... I slept terribly all week) and I felt peace. Today was the day. This was God's plan. I embraced it. 

Both of my experiences with planned cesareans have been amazing. When we have more kids- it will be the route I take. While I was comfortably relaxing in my bed before the surgery I was thinking, WHY THE HECK WASN'T THIS THE PLAN THE WHOLE TIME!?! It was stress free. The iv and epidural didn't hurt a lick. And soon I had a sweet baby in my arms. 

Recovery hasn't been bad either. The worst part by far was a gas pain I had in my shoulder the night after the surgery. Apparently, whenever you have this kind of surgery air gets into your body and once your zipped back up it can float up and cause pains in your shoulders. They had me open for a bit longer then usual to remove some old scar tissue from my c-section with Lilly which meant more air and more pain. It was not fun but it sure did make getting up and walking around a lot less painful by comparison. 

Overall, it was a great experience. Rosie is here and is perfect. Lillian loves her little sister and is such a good helper. I am one happy mama. 

♥

ps- did you notice the picture where Lilly is copying me talking on the phone? I was ordering my lunch and she was literally repeating everything I said. Haha! She "took my order" by phone several times after that.