11 signs your surgery isn't going well...ick

1. When your doctors stop talking to you and start talking ABOUT you in a very official sounding tone
2. When you say quietly "I'm going to be sick" and nobody hears you until you start vomiting
3. When you tell the anesthesiologist that you want to go to sleep now and he tells you "don't you dare close your eyes"
4. You know your blood pressure is really low - last numbers you saw were 54 over 26. That can't be good. Oh, and your heart rate varies every time you look at the monitor - somewhere between 65 and 120...and you can't do the math to figure out how much of a change that is.
5. When the anesthesiologist starts barking at a nurse to order a bunch of things...and you can't tell what they are because everything is going fuzzy
6. Everything goes fuzzy
7. Someone says "hey, that's a lot of blood"
8. The doctors performing the surgery are pushing on your rib cage so hard that, even though everything is fuzzy, you are thankful for being frozen from the chest down
9. A random nurse stops by with a big white cooler, saying "here's the blood"
10. You can tell they are distracting your husband by repeating "baby's almost out...look, here's the baby"
11. The anethesiologist can't get a read of your blood pressure even with a manual cuff...you may casually croak out "hey, so am I dead"...and he's not laughing.

Then, mercifully, the baby is out. And you can breathe again, and you can feel your blood pressure coming back. All of a sudden, things feel ok again. Wow - that was scary. No rush to do that again.

I have 3 kids!

Wow - there are 3 of them. And it is a good thing. Ruby is just a little princess, who isn't really demanding at all. She just fits right in. Isaac always wants to hold her, Norah wants to touch her ("gentle Norah, gentle on her head"). It's great. We have had help here, but tomorrow it's just the 5 of us for the day. Could be interesting!

Thanks to my Mom and Leslie for being here so far. I couldn't have made it this far without them. This is the first time we have had any real outside help for any length of time, and it is such a blessing. My mom is back tomorrow night. Yay! She was back in Vancouver for my Nanny's memorial service. I wish I could have been there, but I had a good excuse.

So strange to have my Nanny die the day before Ruby arrived. Timing is crazy in life. So now she has an extra middle name in tribute.
http://www.legacy.com/can-vancouver/LegacySubPage2.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonId=15648284
(although, technically, she only had 4 great grandchildren at the time of her death. Ruby arrived the next morning)

3 kids - now to get them all to look at the camera

Isn't she lovely?