I'm here. Obviously. We made it to the hospital by 7:30 last Monday. By 9:30 my water had been broken and the picotin (sp?) was administered. By ten or so, my parents arrived. I expected them to just hang out for an hour or so, but they stayed for the whole day. For the most part, I did good. We spent the first four hours just hanging around and talking and swapping jokes as though we were in one of our living rooms. My dad and husband, both of whom are a bit tekkie, really liked watching the contractins on the monitor and read-outs. As I told them several times, I KNOW that was a bad conraction. Try living it.
It was about two or three that I started to feel bad. I dozed, but I think I was just passing out from pain. The first pain killer the nurse gave me worked okay. I felt a bit sleepy, and like I had a good beer buzz going. I'd forgotton how good that can feel.
By four, I was shaking and my teeth were rattling from pain. I think that was the time I threw up. The first drug made me hot and the nurse gave me a Popsicle. When I puked it up (and some bitter medicine that was supposed to taste like grape and I'm not sure what it was for) I asked for the epidural. It didn't fully take on my right leg, so I still had pain which helped. By five I went from only five cm., to ten. Very quickly. The doctor had popped in, but I wasn't ready left, so he went to the hospital on the other side of Columbus. I don't know what time I started to feel the head, but when she started to feel closer, I was started to worry. It was rush hour and I know how bad rush hour can be, especially the stretch of road that the hospital is on. It's a main road from the city and I live near it. From my apartment, it took me about a half hour to get to the hospital during rush hour one day. All I could do was pray.
He did arrive on time, his arrival causing my dad's disapearance. My mom asked me if I wanted her to stay, I told her if she wanted to. So she stayed too. I told Andy once that it would be cool to have her there. After about four pushes (by then the pain I still had in the front and back of my right abdomen had disappeared, but I could still feel enough) at 7:04 PM, Elizabeth Grace was born-- 20 inches, 6 lbs. 2 oz.
We went home from the hospital on Wednesday, both healthy. Thursday morning, we were at the pediatrician's. Elizabeth was coughing and sneezing. I thought it was just do to the environment change and dust in our room (I'm proudly not June Cleaver; More Roseanne, but less rude and crass) and the nurse talked about Elizabeth being jaundiced and her tests before we left came back fine, but Andy still wanted to take her in. And she suddenly wasn't eating as well, either, which she did at the hospital. (She went from taking to feeding like a pro to having to be woken up to eat and then not eating much. When I first spoke with the on-site lactation nurse, she was very impressed and said that if all of her patients were this good, she could work half days. Naturally, that stroked this new mom's ego.
) She's fine, though she did go down from her birth weight to 5 lbs, 13 oz at the time we left, and even down more Thursday morning. She's tiny, but she's strong. Now, I can tell she's gotten bigger just from holdng her with one arm while feeding and on Saturday I noticed that her little face has filled out.
She has a whole head of black hair, inherited from grandparents, we just don't know which one(s). All of our parents had dark hair before going gray. My sister and one of his sisters have really dark hair that is almost black. Elizabeth has darker skin like my mom and sister. It would be funny if she did look like them. My sister looks very much like our mom and her daughter looks very much like them. My mom recently showed my niece a picture of my sister when she was her daugther's age and my niece said that she didn't remember being a bunny for Halloween. Anyway, my MIL, SIL and I speculated about whom my daughter might resemble. I said it would be funny if she did wind up looking like my sister and mom and niece. Eh.
Anyway, I've been spending the days in my bedroom as I'm only allowed to go up and down the stairs twice a day. Andy gave me his laptop to use, and I have books and magazines, and 150+ cable channels. Yet, I've been feeling a bit caged already. Eh. It's just until I heal more and Elizabeth is more on a schedule (she started regulating more on Saturday) and she's old enough to be taken out. One of the things the a hospital nurse told me was to wake her for feedings; She slept for four or five hours on Wednesday morning before waking on her own, after we tried to wake her, for feedings. She seems to work better and go to sleep on her own quicker, if she wakes on her own. The first two nights she cried for a few hours at night. Now, she just lays there, half asleep, or just content with her eyes open, which she started to do on Saturday.
It's been good, though. Andy has been taking care of me, bringing me my food and water (and straight decaf coffee today; We're going to ask the ped on Thursday) and doing housework. He's lost a week of work and schoolwork, but the staff at the library and his professors didn't expect him in last week anyway. He showed up for class on Thursday and said his professors were surprised. Eh. I did get out on Thursday evening to spend some time with some friends at somebody else's apartment. Since it was just here in the complex, I went and I the baby to show her off. We're getting together again tonight and I have to take the baby becasue Andy has class.
Anyway, this is me and my life for now.
PS: A picutre. Had we know we could have dressed her in real clothes, I would have, but the photographer popped in and Elizabeth was not in a happy mood anyway. The fleece blanket she's on is ours, though.http://www.mountcarmelhealth.com/216...=087&bid=64280
(Andy and I both have light brown hair. Mine used to be strawberry blonde when I was little and even now, if I spend a several days in the sun it lightens.)
Anyway, it has been about three and a half hours since I put her down.