LC...they had a special nurse team roaming the hospital helping women. I don't have it scanned, but the first picture of me and Eamon is his first "meal". The nurses swaddled him nice and tight then held him up over me, like a flying baby, and he nursed pretty much that way. Then I think they slowly put him down on me, way up high on my chest.
Either that same time or the next time he was hungry they showed me the football hold, and I was set.
I'm not sure they even mentioned the incision, and I remember not even thinking about not nursing. I just dealt with it. Then again, I've been surrounded by nursing women all my life and have seen the holds over and over, so I could just switch him around if I needed to. Someone who hasn't been around b'f'ing would probably not be so comfortable doing that.
So maybe my experience was unique.
I was also lucky to have a little while to chat with the anesthesiologist. Since they were giving me the epi to buy me time, there was nothing rushed about it. So he knew Demerol would be much loved, but I would be completely asleep and borderline addicted within a day (not good for baby-caring), he knew that anything with naproxen (I hear of some women getting Aleve pp) might kill me (also not good for baby-caring), and that I wasn't allergic to anything else. And he knew that I had no interest in being awake for the surgery, and I still think he popped a little something extra in the epidural catheter, though I did wake easily when Robert told me we had a boy, and when I heard E yelling from across the room.
I guess the not-quite-emergency-but-no-getting-out-of-it c-section I had was somewhere in between planned and emergency in all ways...didn't know to bring granny panties, but they had many many many warmed blankets for me (I think I had four on me at once?).
I think MDC should *put* a sticky there, but I don't think it will be read by the die-hards like me. Like I was? Like I am? Hmm, still not sure on that one.