I had my second emcs on Thursday (was meant to be an elective around 5 hours later but dd had other ideas). Discharged Friday, went to pick ds from the in-laws and then to see my dm (150 mile ish round trip plus stops for baby). Went out for lunch and to Messy Church on Saturday with our 3 year old. Went shopping in local city and to Costco on Sunday and then went for lunch, to register dd and then to see the in-laws yesterday. Spent today in only because we were waiting for the midwife.
I'm not in pain, dh has actually hidden the pain killers I was discharged from hospital with because last around I was a suicidal mess and my mood drops horribly when my milk comes in (he would obviously give me some if I wanted).
I have no numbness across my stomach and the mess the junior doctor made of the cannula attempt hurts 10x more than any pain or discomfort I've felt from my wound.
Last time around recovery was virtually identical even though ds was a much longer labour, failed forceps and then an emcs.
First emcs was a bit of a car crash but this time was amazing even though it was the middle of the night and I was terrified due to what happened last time. I watched the whole thing (don't look at the lights if you are squeamish) and they lowered the curtain completely when she came out. They let the cord pulse for a bit, cut it and then the midwife rubbed her down right next to us and put her straight on my chest. I think she was about 4 minutes old if that when she arrived on me wearing only a hat. She stayed there the whole time we were in theatre with her checks/vitamin K etc done in recovery. We also got a guided tour of the placenta which we could have taken home had we wanted to.
After ds, I was never having another child, after dd, I'd absolutely have another.