NICU Day One

I couldn't wait to get to the hospital the next day to see my little girl! I had to get a day pass from my hospital to go see her. I never wanted anything more in my life than that. I waited and waited for my husband to come pick me up to take me over. In the mean time, I got ready and pondered about my swollen belly, how it wasn't squishy like after my other two births. Instead my belly looked like a mini'er version of my previous self, still hard and round just a bit smaller. As I continued to wait, I decided to venture outside my hospital room, I had many well wishers about my 'impending birth' I did not correct them just smiled and nodded about my soon to be due date. I went to the gift store to inquire about a breast pump and I cried again while I sat on a bench. Their were also some ladies inside selling knock off Coach and Dooney & Bourke Bags, it distracted me for about two seconds, then I remembered I would hopefully soon be caring a diaper bag for while, so these others were not needed. I went back upstairs and was proud I had managed to handle the maze at the hospital back to my room. I then waited some more. To my husbands defense he had a lot of things to get settled back home before he came to pick me up, especially like our other two kiddies, so although the waiting seemed long I understood. So finally my prince charming walked through the door and off we went.

Oh and funny side note story I just recalled: The night after my baby's birth, I had terrible back pain. I could not sleep comfortable in my hospital bed, and of course the night just seemed to d r a g terribly! So in the middle of night I decided to hop out of my bed and move to the convertible sleeper chair bed or whatever it's called. Yes, I was desperate! I made myself a cozy spot and felt a little better. In the morning, with the room still a little dark, about 6 a.m. the OB came to check me but couldn't find me. She came over to ask me where the patient had gone and I had to admit I was it. Of course I felt like a dork after wards but I think she did too a little bit. Hee. hee.

Okay, so again, off prince charming and I went to the NICU for the first time since our tour back when I was pregnant. It was a place I never imagined I would be visiting, ever, much less for my own child. I washed my hands really meticulously like required before entering and I rushed to my little girls side, well maybe not rushed because I was still pretty achy and sore at the time. I stood there for a long time, staring at her, talking to her, feeling her warm soft skin with my hand. My heart ached to see her all wired up and I pretty much did that all day until my feet swelled ... (some more).


But I didn't leave that day until I got to hold her for just a few minutes and my heart rejoiced!!!