The hospital called in the morning and we had an earlier appt for 10:30am. We had to rush to get the kids ready (and ourselves) and get out the door. Because it came so fast, it kind of upset me. We dropped the kids off at Nick and Renee's (unbelievable friends) and then we had a little cry in the car.

We had to go to the maternity ward. That is ironic pain at its best. I cried when I walked in and saw my dr. She gave me a big hug and told the nurse to take good care of her friend (which she did). We didn't have to wait too long since we ended up coming in so close to the surgery time. That was good. Unfortunately, they had a hard time finding a vein and decided not to torture me too much and left it for the surgery team. My veins never seem to cooperate. It reminded me that when I had Kaela they had to call in nurses from the ICU to try and get the IV going. The anesthesiologist started the IV. As he was putting the needle in he said, "this is going to hurt" and through gritted teeth I said, "you aren't kidding." I think that was the worst pain of the whole procedure. I think I broke Kyle's finger in the process. They wheeled me in, put on a mask, pumped me full of drugs and the next thing I knew I heard them say something about a C-section. I said, "I had a C-section?!" Ha ha ha. They thought that was very funny. Apparently, the anesthesiologist was talking about the emergency c-section they had coming up. I had to explain to them that about a week ago or so, I had a dream that I was with my dr and she was taking the baby from me (which I had interpreted as a C section). I kept telling her that I really thought it was too early to take the baby. My belly hadn't even had time to get big yet. I was disappointed that the pregnancy was ending so early. (this was all before I knew I had miscarried) So, when I was all drugged up and they were talking C-section, of course that was what I was thinking. When I was waking up I felt great. I felt like I had a great little rest. Except for the nausea, that wasn't so great but they gave me some drugs for that and it was fine after a few minutes. The nurse was talking my ear off. I don't know if she was talking because she didn't want me to break down or what, but man she didn't shut up the rest of the time in recovery.

We went back up to the maternity ward and I had to eat and pee before they would let me leave. Neither was much of a problem for me.

It was kind of hard being in the maternity ward because the only experience I had there was having my two kids. I kept wishing (while we were waiting before) that I was there to have a baby instead of what I was really there for. Of course that's what I was thinking, what else would I be thinking. I think there was only one baby on the floor, it was very quiet. When I heard that newborn cry, it made me smile. I thought I would be sad, but I wasn't. It just reminded me of Cam and Kaela and what a special time that was.

We left and took the long way home. Today was an unbelievably warm and sunny day so I didn't want to sit in the house. We drove a bit, went to pick up my prescriptions, and then instead of just going home we decided to go to Nick and Renee's. They were having a family get together, with lots of kids, and I missed my guys. So we hung out, talked, let the kids play, and ate some dinner. They were really a life saver as far as lifting our spirits. I think we were doing pretty well, but sitting at home wasn't really what I wanted to do.

I couldn't believe how good I felt. I took it easy and wasn't running after the kids or anything, but really no cramping, very little bleeding, and I have to say I really felt relieved that the whole experience was over. I felt like part of that weight was lifted and now we just need to heal and move on.

I know you all were sending me prayers of strength--I felt them. Thanks again for all of your love and support.