I stayed as long as I absolutely could. It wasn't that I enjoyed being in the hospital, but I can't adequately explain the emotional heartbreak of having to leave Lilah. I didn't even expect to have a baby for two more months. Much less one soooo tiny. If they would have let me stay a week, I would have. There is absolutely *nothing* like being right at the hospital, a few floors away from the baby.
They were going to discharge me and I hadn't even held her yet. God bless the kind nurse upstairs who insisted that I be able to Kangaroo her.
The worst part was being wheeled down from my milk run (tiny bottles of colostrum) at all hours of the night and hearing mamas in their rooms with their babies crying. I just cried while my husband wheeled me back. It all seemed so very unfair. Just knowing those mamas were itching for sleep and a quiet baby. I would have given anything to have been able to have her in my room, squaling at 3am.
Of course, I try to remember that now.

The recovery was fairly decent for me. I had my right ovary removed 5 years ago and knew that I needed to get moving ASAP, and also to keep ahead of the pain. Once it catches up to you, it's hard to lick. Staying in front of it really helped me keep putting one foot in front of the other.
honestly, I'm kind of amazed that my body held up so well in the face of so much emotional turmoil. I honestly have never been so low in all my life. Some days I think I'm still dealing with that. Seems silly, I know. I've just never hurt so much in my life. And now look how blessed we are!
Amazing how we get through things. Think of how many CS mamas there are on here who planned for VB, UC, HB, or VBAC. Somehow we all got through it. And now we have sweet little ones.
Sorry- I'm really kind of messed up tonight. Vascilating between irritable, sentimental, and exhausted.
