So after Emma was born the saga didn't end there. Of course it didn't, you say. With my luck, would you expect anything less? We get wheeled back to the holding cell (where you go before you get a room). It was really just a really really large waiting room with curtains and monitors and what not. Once I could wiggle my toes I was finally able to go to my room! I was super excited to have a room all to myself and not have to change rooms again. Yay! My excitement was short-lived. We get up to the maternity ward and get into my room which had lots of light, was spacious, and all around a very nice room. It was so nice I proceeded to throw up on myself. Apparently epidural and I don't mix. Now, I'm not sure how many of you have had an epidural but you are basically numb from the boobs down. So it was really difficult when they were trying to get my dressing gown off since I was hooked up to IVs and couldn't really help. Joy!
Then, not even 10 minutes into our stay, we our told that we have to leave. Apparently, no one told them that I would have to be on a Heparin drip (blood thinners) and they are not trained to administer them. I'll have to go to the perinatal unit - which is for high-risk pregnant women. They were excited because they never really get to deal with the newborn side of things. I was not since we had to move rooms again. And this room was not that nice. But it had a bed for Hubbs. Though, we later learned it wasn't that comfortable.
Ok this is getting long already. Let's see if I can hit some more highlights/lowlights and be on our way.
1. I had my baby - HIGHLIGHT!
2. No one knew what was wrong with me.
3. Emma was borderline jaundice and had several tiny holes in her heart (VSDs) - as of the 6-month appointment, all holes are closed up.
4. Nursing wasn't going well. She was latching just not doing it right so very painful.
5. Still hooked up to IVs, getting no sleep, and no answers. Oh and no shower. And no bra. For those that have given birth and understand what engorgement is, you understand my pain.
6. Had to move rooms again! I have lost count and this point, have you.
7. Still had nausea which is not that fun.
Ok, so Friday comes around. People are still not telling us things. No one is making a decision on what to do with us. Christmas is on Tuesday. At this point, we are pissed. I break down and yell at the nurse (really there was no yelling and she welcomed our input). We did not want to be in the hospital anymore, I was therapeutic (what it's called when you blood thinners are working), and come Monday no one would want to make a decision and we would be stuck in the hospital over Christmas. So we pitch a high fit. And finally someone took notice. Our wonderful nurse did her best and we got the thing we so wanted: to be discharged!
It took us about 8 hours to actually be discharged and then get home and all but we finally got to sleep in our own bed. I could go into all the gory details about no sleep and what not that took place the next oh 8 months (YES, I have an 8-month old!) but it's not all that exciting. We have had some ups, some downs, and some really crazy times. But all in all, we have an adorable baby (who happens to be screaming at this very moment, thank you grandma for taking a turn while we ALL recover from the stomach flu Emma so kindly brought home from day care, and no don't judge me for writing this while she is crying, I'm pumping so there - sticking my tongue out at you).
More later on the wonderful life of the Marleys.
