The Beginning of the Rest of Our Lives

I figured instead of doing each individual day, I'd culminate them into weeks... This way it will be easier to transfer, and easier to read without switching back and forth between pages, since it's already July and I have a lot of catching up to do lol

June 9, 2011
The day after. Lol we survived the night, even though I didn't exactly sleep much. Between being nervous and feeding Lilah every 2 hours, it didn't leave a lot of room to rest. Nathaniel tossed and turned most of the night, even though I did my best not to wake him up with the lights and noise and stuff. He looked like he got atleast a couple of hours, anyway. I know the hospital beds are uncomfortable as hell :(

Bright and early, Dr Sarfraz came in to check on me and the incision and see how everything was progressing. I asked him if there was anyway we would be discharged that day because Nathaniel had to leave late that night to go back to work for a class and he was our ride home... He looked at my incision (after RIPPING off the support thing-- I seriously considered grabbing him by the balls and twisting when he did that) and pushed around and said that everything looked like it was healing perfectly and that he would talk to the nursery people to see how the baby was doing, but that he had no aversion to letting us leave that night. He gave me prescriptions for pain meds and stool softeners and told me to call his office and set up an appointment for 3 weeks from now to get back on birth control (yay!).

When Nathaniel woke up, he went and got us breakfast... waffles with strawberries and whip cream from Waffle Shoppe (one of my favorite meals lol). The dietitian had already brought the hospital equivalent of breakfast on a covered platter... I remember hospital food from the few times I had visited people over the years and I wasn't about to put it on my stomach since I hadn't had anything in it for over 24 hours. Ech.

Breakfast came and went. Nathaniel left to take the car back to the house and get the truck and take a shower and stuff (the car window was driving him nuts cause the drivers window no longer rolls down. AT ALL.) While he was gone, we had a few visitors come in... Krystal, Mari and the girls, and Monica with Jason Tyler. They all kept saying how much hair she has and how beautiful she is and stuff.. They were still there when Nathaniel got back so we all visited for a little bit. After everyone left, the nurse came in to take my cathater out and help me get up and use the bathroom. They told me I have to be able to walk before I can be discharged. I was a bloody mess down there... they had left me on the pitocin to kep my uterus contracting to help push out the rest of the icky blood and stuff that they couldn't vaccuum out after Lilah was born. That was painful... the walking part. Not only was I weak and shaky, but it hurt to stand straight up. The bathroom was only about 8 feet or so from the bed and by the time I made it to the door, I was standing straight (which the nurse marveled at because she didn't have to help me or catch me at all). And I was able to walk back to the bed on my own and move around the room while she changed the sheets and pads and stuff from where I bled on them a little.

Nathaniel went and was getting lunch when Ms. Marian and his mother decided to pop in for a visit. I was NOT happy that they came by so unannounced (everyone else had had the courtesy to call/text to ask if I was up for visitors.. AND they came in without knocking while I was nursing Lilah). As soon as they sat down, I sent Nathaniel a text telling him to hurry back. I don't remember at what point Nathaniel got back, but by the time they left, I was highly pissed and agitated and in NO mood to deal with them anymore. [I will write another blog about that particular visit]. He apologized, I said it wasn't his fault, but I would rather them not come back until I felt a little better.

We finally got discharged around 7 that night. We dropped off my prescriptions at Walgreens- they said it'd take about 30 minutes to fill them. I asked Nathaniel if he wanted to just wait around in town til they were ready and he said he'd rather get us home and settled and he'd come back and get them for me. I didn't feel good so I told him okay. The ride home was hell.. it felt like every bump was going to rip my midsection in half. And that's alot of ripping considering the roads we live on lol

At home, I walked around a little bit. I was sore, but the only way to keep from getting MORE sore was to start exercising those muscles that were cut open. The incision didn't look bad-- just angry red and puffy. I was told to keep a pad over it for the first week or so to keep my clothes from rubbing against it and irritating it and also so I would be able to tell if it started oozing anything. Nathaniel went back to get my meds and was home around 9. We had originally planned on Lilah sleeping in the bassinet beside the bed so she wouldn't get used to sleeping in the bed with us (I didn't want to have to break her of that habit like Robin did Krystal). However, after the first time I got up to try to get her out of the bassinet to feed her, we realized that that wasn't going to work-- bending over and lifting something up like that was too much for my stomach to handle and it hurt too bad. So into the bed with us she came.

Still didn't get much sleep but I guess that's part of the wonderful journey of motherhood-- sleep deprivation. Still worth it though.. she is perfect. Didn't hardly cry at all, but it was hard to wake her up every couple of hours to feed her since she was still so lethargic from the meds that were in my system during labor. But we managed :)