Last night I had the chills. I had them bad. Our aircon was set at 74 degrees but I felt like it was set at 20. I was wearing a beanie, a t-shirt, a long sleeve t-shirt, two pairs of pants and two pairs of socks. And I was still shivering! I don't know what happened. This morning I woke up at 5 and was sweating and now my muscles and joints are aching.
It reminded me of what happened when I was in the OR preparing to have my son delivered. The anesthesiologist administered the epidural. It was more painful than the last time; the last time I felt nothing (well, maybe a little nausea) and then I went numb, this time I felt a shock run down to the toes in my right foot. And the epidural didn't work - sorta. It numbed me so that I couldn't feel the contractions, but I could feel every pinch and touch on my skin...I could still wiggle my toes. And then it happened. Uncontrollable chills. My legs were shaking, my arms were shaking, my jaw was chattering. It was horrible. They tilted the table so my head was lower than my legs hoping to move the medicine, but it didn't work. I just kept shaking. So they gave me oxygen and they put me to sleep. Yep, my son was born and I had no idea what was happening. I woke up an hour or so later in the recovery room with my mom and sister siting nearby. I could barely see straight and I couldn't really talk. My husband came in for a minute to check on me and show me pictures of our son. But my eyes wouldn't focus so I just asked him to stay with Jacob in the nursery.
My doctor told me that I was very brave for attempting the vbac. She told me that if I have another kid, I should just schedule the c-section. I've been through it all - labor, c-section while awake, going into labor on my own, inducing labor, augmenting labor, repeat c-section under general anesthesia. I've had enough.