Jiggety jig.
We're home. The doctors saw no sign of infection in the baby, so they kicked us out today. I'm quite happy to be out of there, although, I must say, that was the best birth experience I've had. Almost enough to make me want another one. I kid. I kid. I think. No, I kid.
The nurses were wonderful - only one who hovered a lot, but with the best of intentions and in a nice enough way. They were helpful and nice and friendly. The midwives were outstanding. It was all such a pleasant experience, even though so many things went a little nutty.
When I got to the hospital, my water had broken. They immediately hooked me up to an antibiotic drip and sent me upstairs to labour and delivery. I wasn't all that dilated still, so they started a pitocin drip. For a little while - a VERY little while - I could handle the pain, but it wasn't long before I asked for an epidural. Actually, I asked for the epidural as soon as the midwife said they were going to give me pitocin. I'm no dummy.
The anestheseologist came and did his thing. Getting an epidural is really unpleasant. They're sticking this huge honking needle into your spinal column and it really feels bizarre. You're in so much pain from labour, though, that it almost doesn't matter. Almost. Still hurts, though. Anyway, something in the epidural didn't agree with me and my blood pressure dropped to something ridiculous like 45/19. There was a lot of discussion and I got several doses of ephedrine and eventually my pressure came back up. I felt like ass during all of this. Tired, foggy and totally disconnected from what was going on. But once the ephedrine kicked in, I felt much better.
Because I had the epidural, they had to keep upping the pitocin. Upping the pitocin meant they had to keep upping the epidural. But finally, around 11 p.m., I was ready to push. And I pushed and pushed and pushed for what seemed like forever, but was only one hour, until, finally, at 11:59, she made her appearance. And it was great. She cried, they put her on my tummy and she looked at me and hollered. She looked at TCBIM and hollered. She pretty much hollered at everyone she looked at.
And now we're home. I have a little basket of stuff for The Boo - some colouring supplies, some play doh, some little trucks. Stuff for her to sit and do next to me while I'm nursing The Bug. Hopefully she'll get over some of this pissed off-edness she's got going on. Right now, she's not too happy with either of us. I don't think she's liked staying with Grammy. (and honestly, I can't really blame her...poor little kid.)
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So glad you are home! Wonderful birth story! Happy babymoon :-)
Little Boo's attitude is to be expected. It'll take some time for her to get used to not being the baby and since she's a toddler they do think the world revolves around them.
Hooray you are all home. Take it easy, rest and congratulations!!
Welcome home!
Glad you are both home safe. Poor Boo, she will be fine soon now that she is back on her own turf. =) Very happy you had a good experience over all. You deserve much happiness and joy.
yeah! I am so glad everything was ok.
How is everyone handling things?
Hopefully the Boo will be happy now that she is home.
Happy to hear you're all home together!
I'm sure The Boo will come around in her due time (crayons and playdough will most definitely help! LOL).
I'm so impressed that you are sane enough to remember how to turn your computer *on*, let alone create a coherent blog post.
and may your wee Bug sleep loads (and you too), and your Boo get accustomed to the whole schmoodle right quick.
xoxoxo
Ugh, I hate pitocin. HATE. It made my contractions hurt so much more, even after my epidural.
I'm so glad you're home and doing well. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE BLOGGING! You put me to shame. I couldn't even remember to feed myself when I brought Gabe home. Thank God for my mother, who stayed for almost two weeks and took care of me while I took care of him.
My mother used to always say that, "Home again, home again, jiggety jig." You just took me back about twenty years.
Congradulations! The fact that she arrived at 11:59 seems very cool, maybe symbolic. Of what, I'm not sure. Maybe you'll be able to come up with something as you get to know her.
I hope your rack is feeling better now. I go from a little B to some kind of crazy EEE business, it's grotesque and exquisitely painful. I also can't pump because I'm an over-lactater, wheeee!
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