Yesterday I was looking through photos on our Mac, and came across a folder named “Piper Jane 11/24/09″. Since I hadn’t ever looked in that file, I decided to take a gander.

What I saw was hilarious. It was pictures of ME! And her, of course, but pictures of us pre-op and post-op. So, I am going to share them with you, because I couldn’t care less that I looked like crap, that my belly was gigantic or that my lips were so pale I want to go back in time to apply chapstick. Why? Because I was bringing a child into this world, I shouldn’t look like a peach after 25 hours in labor, right?

Here we go:

First, I was in bed, waiting for the go-ahead for the surgery. The yellow thing in my gown is the sticky thing for my heart rate.

I was in so much pain here- the pressure was almost readable on my face!

Next, check out my cool catheter bag. I swear, this is the first time I saw it, and what was in it. Sorry it’s so gross. It was all the crap that leaked out when they broke my water. How huge was my belly?

Can you see the intense focus on my face?

Here is Paul, in his Frankenstein scrubs. He was so big they had to mix and match from different sets. The only thing that fit him well were the booties.

Good thing you can't see the back- they didn't meet.

Ah, the famous “Into the OR, STAT!” photo.

My OB was at my back, holding my hand. That meant a lot.

This is when Piper was just being pulled out- beware, it’s a little gross.

I can't believe Paul saw this!

Next up is another “just out of the womb” picture. Paul said it took a bit for her to cry, and I am so glad I wasn’t coherent enough to have noticed that.

Look at her squall!

She’s getting the routine check up here. Wow, I birthed a baby. How surreal.

Her apgar was 9!

Paul was so glad he got to cut the cord. He had been thinking they wouldn’t let him because it was a surgery, not a normal vaginal delivery.

He almost cut the wrong side!

Here she is in all her pink glory

I'd be pissed too, it must have been cold!

In this picture, Paul is trying to rouse me awake, while holding Piper. How tiny does she look in his arms?

I love this picture, so much

Here’s Daddy! The scrubs are gradually falling off, since they wouldn’t reach.

See what I mean with his scrubs?

Woozy, drugged and tired. Yet, I still wanted to see my baby.

I looked crappish.

The first time I laid eyes on my baby (who took this picture? Thank you, whoever it was).

That big tube thing was shooting hot air into my cozy little sheet nest.

Finally, I got to hold my baby. Here I was looking into her face to see what she looked like up close. Perfect, just as I had thought.

I became a mom.

And last: cozy Piper.

I think this is a rerun of a shot, but oh well!