This third (and final) caesarean section really took the stuffing out of me, following as it did upon the heels of a tough third (and final!) pregnancy. There were a few dramas, including a lengthy, excruciating search for a place to put a spinal block, which ended with Georgette's delivery under general anaesthetic. I don't know too many births that don't come with some level of trauma, but for me, I can't think too hard about that panicky, terrible 45 minutes in the operating theatre while somebody dug around in my spine with a needle. Recovery was much more painful this time around, I think largely due to the bedraggled state I was in by the end of the pregnancy. And a chest infection I caught in hospital hasn't helped the healing abdomen too much.
But every day, I'm feeling closer to the old human I was, thanks to antibiotics, and the loving ministrations of the old Keithmeister (father of three! Oh my.)
And in the end, what a reward at the end of the rainbow. This little babe is a feeding machine, a porker-in-progress. She's got big navy eyes that, when she opens them, wear an expression of sort of goofy suspicion. She's adorable.
(Photo taken on day 2 in the hospital by my lovely and talented friend Shirin Town. You can see her work or contact her for portraits by searching for Shirin Town Photography on Facebook.)