I'm a complete worrier! I don't know if he had strep B, they did every test but never discovered what it was. He even had to have a lumbar puncture, about which I sobbed for hours. Apparently he was fine - slept through it. "Or passed out," I retorted to the MW through gurgled sobs.
Really, i worried about:
Being paralysed from epidural;
Epidural not working, or only working on one side;
Epidural working too well, and my never regaining sensation in legs;
Husband leaning over screen, seeing my intestines splayed out, and going off sex forever;
Not bonding with DS due to having to wait 5 mins for him to be cleaned/checked/weighed after birth;
The song he was born to, "Thank you for the Days" by kirsty McColl (not my choice) being a Sign that he had only days to live ;
Having ruptured bowel, bladde, and/or uterus;
Having instruments left inside;
Haemorrage (turned out it was wind);
Not being able to BF;
Being able to BF and ending up with uneven boobs;
Bursting scar driving (in fact, in real life, I got Dr's permission to drive after just 3 weeks);
Coughing/sneezing/laughing scar open;
Having to remove bandage the next day (they make you do this - it's fine), and accidentally pulling a stitch and having guts rip open, and skidding around in metres of slippery intestines in shower;
Having weird shaped tummy rest of life. (Actually this has happened, but only cos I insist on stuffing in loads of biscuits.)
NONE of my worries came true. NOT ONE. it was all fine, and you are lying there with anaesthetist (sp?) RIGHT next to you, so you have someone to talk to about medical stuff.
If i can do it and rave about it afterwards, you will be FINE!