C is for C Section!

So it's officially been ten days since little Abigail came into the world and oh my has it been the craziest most insane wild ten days of our lives. 
I went to the doctor last Thursday, August 18th for a routine check up and my doc. ordered me a final ultrasound to determine size and position.  In my excitement I scheduled the ultrasound for the next day, Friday at 4pm, not thinking a think was wrong.  So the next day Joseph and I ventured off to get our ultrasound and we were so excited.  We were about thirty seconds into the ultrasound when the technician uttered the one word that made all the blood rush to my head and have a small panic attack; "Breech." I though oh no, what the hell are we going to do.  The last thing I wanted was a C Section but at this point in the pregnancy there was no way we could manually turn her around, she was too big at this point. or at least we thought.  The tech. finished her business but it's all a blur to me because all I could think was, "how the hell is she breech, she was head down a few weeks ago."  The tech went back and called my OB, she came back to the room and told me that I needed  to head over the L&D at Mary Washington Hospital.  Once again, blood rushed to my head, blurriness, and general confusion began...1) I did not want to deliver at Mary Washington, we were all set up at the Spotsylvania Regional Medical Center 2) I did not want a C Section
So off to L&D we went, both of us in a stuper and not knowing what would be occurring in the next six hours.  We got checked in and met with my doctor, thankfully my OB happened to be on call that night which is the only thing that made me comfortable.  She informed me that the baby was a bit small and  my fluids were low, and she was of course breech.  Basically we needed to have this baby, there was no way to turn her around, not because of her size but because my fluids were too low.  She said, you can have a C Section tonight at 11pm or you can have a C Section tomorrow morning at 6am, either way I wasn't going home nor was I going to Spotsy since no one from my practice was on call over there to do the C Section.  Awesome.  Joseph and I looked at each other and I lost it.  I was so overwhelmed I didn't know what to do adn this was not playing out the way I imagined at all, this was not the way it was supposed to be.  But we decided to go ahead and get it started and have our baby that  night with my OB doing the surgery.  The hours passed quickly, Joseph was able to go to the house and get our bag and his parents were able to make it in from Front Royal.  The nurses explained everything to me step by step beforehand which made things more scary and less scary at the same time.  Anyhoo, surgery time came around and I was scared to death.  The only thing that calmed me down was Joseph, he was amazing, reassuring me every step of the way that everything was going to be ok.  In the OR I got my spinal block which was awesome and scary.  Of course I couldn't feel anything but the thought that I was completely numb and helpless freaked me out.  Thankfully just as I started to panic, Joseph came into the room and sat next to me.  I can't even remember what we talked about but it was something silly like what I wanted to eat for dinner or something like that.  Not too long after they started did we meet our little Abigail Anne.  They showed her too me as soon as she came into the world and all I saw was a head full of hair before they carted her over to clean her off.  Joe spent the rest of the time with her  and went with her to the nursery while they put me back together.  I saw them again in the Recovery room a little bit later.  The whole thing took about two hours from start to recovery time.  It was exhuasting but at last I saw my baby girl when they wheeled her into the Recovery room, all 6lbs 5oz of her, she was soo tiny but with a head full of hair!
The next few days in the hospital are kind of a blur but we had Abigail stay in the room with us the whole time, except for when she went out for her shots, I didn't want to let her out of my sight.  my dad made it up from Georgia and helped a lot by staying with Abigail while we napped. which was awesome. We came home on Monday and were lucky enough to have Joe's mom stay with us the whole week which was a lifesaver.  I am very lmited on what I can do so she was a godsend.  Unfortunately over the past week I have developed an infection assocaited with my surgery so my recovery has been less than stellar but I am on the mend. 
I've since decided that C sections suck.  Recovery time from a C Section is twice as long as it is for a normal vaginal delivery.  You can't do anything, you're not even supposed  to go up and down stair! 
Joseph and I are attempting to settle into our "routine" or lack there of.  Abigail is amazing and she makes us smile and has brought so much joy into our lives.  Dont get me wrong, we are exhuated and overwhelmed and we have no idea what we are doing but that's ok.  We have a beautiful healthy baby girl and that's all that matters.
So that's it, no big labor story, no water breaking in the middle of the night or 24 hour delivery.  Just a wham bam C Section and there you have it, baby!