I had one planned and one crash. The planned one is the one I will tell you about, because I don't remember the crash one very well, and it was traumatic but mostly because it was a crash.
I went in in the morning and sat in a side room while a procession of people came in and introduced themselves, asked if I had questions etc. I was given a nightie to wear, my blood pressure was taken and DH was taken off to get changed. Then I walked to the theatre (well, I went in a wheelchair actually, but I was asked if I could walk and couldn't because I couldn't walk anyway due to SPD)
I sat on the edge of the bed, had a cannula put in my hand, and immediatly started crying with nerves
. DH was there again, and there seemed to be a midwife there entirely to talk to me.
They then inserted the spinal, which stung just like a normal injection, but you are not allowed to move - the midwife held on to my chin and made me look at her eyes, telling me not to move, but I was in a state at that point.
Then I was help to lie down, and they put little pads all over my chest, a blood pressure thing on my arm, I think one of those oxygen things under my nose...I actually can't remmeber, but I know I was hooked up to loads of machines. I suppose this was when they inserted the catheter too.
The anethetist man then talked me through the next stage, which involved a lot of tipping the bed somehow. They told me this was to swish the drugs about, but I have no idea how that would work. During this time they put up a blue sheet between me and my belly.
Then some telling them when I could feel stuff. I obviously couldn't feel the numbed bits at all, because I thought it weird that they were only squirting the top of my chest and my arms.
They then told me that they had started (bear in mind that I was very very anxious and had to them to tell me as little as possible, but to warn me before I would feel anything) and then I started feeling tugging and pushing in my belly. The tugging and pushing was quite violent, but didn't hurt at all.
Then everyone in the room smiled and they lifted up my baby, and it is making me go all watery even thinking of how happy I was to see her :)
Then they took her off for some checks, and DH went to look at her. Everyone chatted to me, and then DH brought her over for me to cry at and fuss over and general get all maternal at. :)
It takes a lot longer for them to stitch you up than it does to get the baby out (although it took even longer with me because I had loads of scar tissue and complications from DD1's crash section)
Then they wheel you into a lovely dimly lit room, take even more measurements and so on, but you won't care, because you will be drugged up and your lovely baby will be nuzzling into your chest :)
Then, once they are happy with measurements, they will kind of start coming in and out every few minutes. At this point, DH went off for a fag and to text grandparents :) while a midwife stayed with me in case I dropped her through druggedness.
I think I was in the recovery room about four hours.
Then wheeled up to the main ward, given some toast and a brew. More cooing over the baby.
The next day, they took out my catheter (like having a big wee when you are desperate) and told me to measure everything I drunk, and every wee (they gave me a jug to take to the loo) They helped me to the bathroom, where I had a shower with help and took the dressing off with help from a HCA. Then I was encourage to move about as much as possible from then on. Lot of wind.
Home in 3 days :)
then lots of sitting about at home - the SPD was still there so I still couldn't walk very well. I felt very delicate for about two weeks, then a bit delicate for another 6 (bear in mind that I am a wimp). Hold a cushion over your scar if you cough and you may get a twinge when the baby latches on.
All in all, not so bad :)