I was very excited when I woke up Monday morning. I had high hopes Stella would be able to come out of her oxygen hood. They tried a couple of times during the night but her levels always dropped so she had to go back under. However, she stayed out a little longer each time so I was hopeful today she'd be out for good. Plus I got to get off most of my machines in the morning! They took my leg puffers off and catheter out first thing. A little later the IV came out and I started taking my pain meds orally. I also had to use a breathing device to make sure I didn't get pneumonia since I wasn't moving around much. I was glad to be off the machines, but going to the bathroom was tough! I couldn't bend over and Mark had to pull my pants up for me. Sure am glad for that "for better or worse" clause!!
Not long after I was free to move about on my own (even though I didn't want to it was nice to have the option!) Stella accomplished her oxygen goals! She was breathing on her own! The baby doctor came down and updated us on her progress. I was so glad, and they finally brought her down (Mark had been running to the nursery frequently to check on her progress). I was able to breastfeed her and much to my amazement she latched right on. What a fighter! Despite having a bottle the first 24 hours AND a pacifier she was a natural at breastfeeding! Holding her was the best medicine I could have received. I was also able to eat, which was good because I was starving! Much to our relief the hospital food was amazing! Mine was "free" (included in that hospital bill anyway) and Mark got to eat for about $3 a meal. Not bad. The cafeteria staff delivered the food and they were so nice.
Monday was a day of visitors. My sister and her husband came in the morning, and they got the best visit because Stella was awake! Mark's grandma came next, followed by my parents, followed by Mark's parents, followed by Jeff & Jenny. It was nice to have company, especially for Mark I think. Everyone actually got to hold Stella, which was nice since they didn't yesterday. We enjoyed seeing our family, but by the end of the day I was exhausted. We decided to do partial room-in...Stella would stay in the nursery and they would bring her to be when she was hungry. It was a broken night of sleep, but I enjoyed all I could get!
|Finally holding my baby girl!|
|Just enjoying time with our daughter.|
|Ready to head home!|
On the drive home she slept so well I made Mark pull over to make sure she was breathing. And the paranoia begins. When we got home my parents were there with Kaiser. He was excited to see us, but unfortunately we had to keep him downstairs otherwise he'd jump on me...not good for a healing stomach. The first night at home was awful. Stella pooped all over right away, I could barely climb in our bed (we've been sleeping on the couch ever since), I was in tons of pain, Stella wouldn't eat and cried hysterically that first night (I woke her up to feed her, like I was supposed to, but it made her mad. I learned my lesson and haven't done it since. She gets up on her own when she's hungry.) Luckily my mom stayed with us the first two nights to help out and so I wouldn't have to be alone. Somehow we made it through that long first night with only one call to the hospital (because she wouldn't eat). The next day would prove to be a bigger challenge that that first night. More on that in my next post, which will be about the past 3 weeks of recovery, challenges, and yes lots of joy too.