Having my Cesarean Section
The day I had my son I was a nervous wreck. I was so scared because the day before I had no idea I was going to have a Cesarean birth. My doctor informed me my son was too big to pass through my birth canal and I needed surgery but it wasn’t an emergency, although I was a week and half over due. I went into the Hospital in Hanford at eight o’clock in the morning, and I was starving. I could not eat after midnight and I was so used to eating all the time that it was hard not to eat, but I had to. This was jokingly maybe the hardest part of the whole thing, not eating.
When me and my family arrived at the hospital they informed me that I was not scheduled until later in the day to actually have the surgery, which was heartbreaking to me because I was so hungry. My surgery was not set to happen for another six hours. While I waited they gave me an I.V. in my hand which scared me so much. I am terrified of needles and to have one in my hand was so scary to me. I was so scared that I was going to move the wrong way and pull it out. My boyfriend had to put a cloth over my hand because when I looked at it I would start to panic. Waiting for the surgery gave me a lot of time to think about what it was going to be like after my baby was here. My boyfriend and I kept trying to figure out what it was going to be like and how we were both going to handle having a baby so young, we were only sixteen and in our sophomore and junior years in high school at the time.
Finally after all the time of thinking and waiting, the nurses started to prep me for the surgery that would bring someone into the world that would change my life. They gave my boyfriend some stuff to wear over his clothes, while he was putting everything on they were taking me into the surgery room. As they were reeling me into the room I could see the doctors in their own room washing their hands and getting ready. At that point I completely freaked out, I was so scared that...