[Here is
Part 1: The Labor: I support drugs. and here is
Part 2: The Delivery: "Push! Push! You're doing great!" if you need to get all caught up (; ]
Nobody warned me about this part...
Everyone was like, "You are going to have a baby, she's going to come out of your body. Then you get no more sleep, but it'll be okay because it's totally worth it."
And I was like, "Okay, thank you for warning me about that. I will prepare myself." (By taking 18 hour naps. Wooh, that first trimester though.)
For me, the recovery was the hardest part.
It's okay, you guys, I understand why you didn't warn me.
You were being a pal and trying not to scare me out of having a baby.
Oh, wait, I think it's a little to late for that.
No, really, it's fine. I'm not offended.
This goes out to you first time mommy-to-be's (congrats, btw, being a mom is awesome):
The aftermath of having a baby may or may not be a whole lot of ow.
It's different for everyone, I'm sure. So maybe it won't be for you! But just in case.
And then you can thank me afterwards for warning you!
Back to the story...
It was around 7am and it was time to move from the labor & delivery room to our room in the west wing.
The feeling in my left leg was coming around but still numb and my right leg was so very numb.
It wasn't even numb, it was a gummy. It was a Harry Potter gummy worm.
So I will skip over the details where they had to move me from the bed to a wheel chair and then back into a bed with my gummy legs. I don't think I can even remember the details, honestly.
I must have been so embarrassed that I blocked it out of my memory.
We were all
exhausted.
Having kids is no joke.
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| No, drugs, come baaack. |
I think my face does a pretty good job of explaining everything.
Do I really need to write more??
Okay, I will.
My legs started to get all
feely again. Which meant I'd have to get up and
use them to head to the bathroom.
The nurse wanted me to call her when I was ready to go potty so that she could help me.
I called this lovely nurse who had sunshine coming off her head. I might've been a little out of it, but this nurse was so incredibly energetic and happy and nice and sweet and informative. And blonde (blonde=sunshine, I guess).
I wanted to take her home (seriously, I did. I was just like, "Come with me if
I want to live.")
I felt that if we were under different circumstances that we would be good friends.
BUT under the circumstances I kind of never want to see her again.
She helped me out of my bed, and I hobbled over to the toilet.
I thought that I wouldn't need help to the bathroom until old age, but it came sooner then I expected!
Again, I will skip the details, but basically I felt like my insides were going to fall out. And I've never gone to the bathroom in front of someone like that, but the sunshine nurse (named Shea) was incredibly helpful!
And she just hung out there...I was like, "So why did you want to do
this for a living?" and she chuckled. While I peed.
All day Saturday, Chris and I took baby naps when ever the baby napped.
We practiced changing her diaper by actually changing her diaper.
And I wobbled to the bathroom then back to my bed.
They did all these tests, like her hearing test:
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| She was so good! |
Family came to see our new little princess (they certainly weren't there to see rag-muffin-looking me and Chris), and they brought us non-hospital food!
By Sunday morning we were ready to leave the hospital and go home!!
I took a shower and did my hygiene routine. I felt like
clean garbage.
One of the nurses were getting ready to wheel me down to our car, and another nurse that had been helping us came by the room and said, "Aww, how cute! You're getting all dressed up to go home!"
I smiled and laughed. Then when she left I laughed more.
Because what she really meant was that I
brushed my hair.
That's literally the only thing I did.
I may have brushed my teeth.
I have to admit, I was kind of scared to leave the hospital because it was sort of a crutch for me.
We would go home and have to take care of this little human being all by ourselves like real grown-ups.
It didn't help that the last few weeks of my pregnancy I kept having dreams where I would forget the baby in the car.
We drove home from the hospital like any new parents would.
Wut r we doeen??
Chris took two weeks off of work, and he didn't see the sunlight for two weeks.
We were ground moles. Vampires. Beetles. Other things that don't like the light.
I didn't see the sunlight for about 6 weeks. Maybe 8, who's counting though?
I limped around the house for eight weeks like the old witch lady from the Disney movie Snow White.
And when people came to visit I'd offer them apples. Just kidding, just kidding.
I'd offer them a baby.
(;
It really is fascinating to me and Chris how such a small little person can have so much emotion and personality.
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| She has a veeery convincing pouty face. |
Questions? Comments? Let me know!
Thank you for reading, I love you all!
Sabrina
