Do you know how weird that sounds? THREE kids? I was just adjusting to having two. To saying “kids” instead of “kid”. “Boys” instead of “boy”. And now we have three kids. And I can say that I have a “daughter”. Okay, now I’m just freaking myself out.
We were sprung from the hospital today and in the heat of all the excitement, I didn’t get a post in this morning. I don’t REALLY have a good excuse. I was up at the butt-crack of dawn this morning. I can’t sleep for no one’s business when I’m in the hospital. The good news is that I slept SO MUCH BETTER than I did after I had Liam. I could actually sleep when she was in the room. Kile could REALLY sleep and there were several times I had to work darned hard to wake him up and ask him to bring her to me from her bassinet. But, regardless, I was always up from 4-5 or so. I think this morning it was 5. That’s usually when the nurses trickle in, take blood pressure readings, ask me about personal things such as bleeding and urine output (at least bring me some coffee first!). I watched the morning news until the nurses came by to fetch Evie for her morning bilirubin draw close to 6:30. Apparently, her numbers last night had been within reason so she didn’t have to go sit under the lights after all. I was happy for that, it’s hard to be separated for long.
After they fetched her, I realized I had a good window of opportunity to sleep. Kile was still sawing logs, hadn’t so much as STIRRED when the nurses took Evie, so I joined him. I slept for about an hour and a half, maybe two hours. I had some really bizarre dreams too, the disturbing sort of dreams you only get when your hormones spike. Evie was being wheeled back in the room and the nurses promised to let us know the levels when they came in. After that, everything was a blur. They delivered my breakfast (french toast!) and time seems to vanish when there’s food involved in a hospital. Or maybe that’s just me (don’t worry, Neil, I avoided the jello on your recommendation). The pediatrician stopped by and he thought Evie was doing great. Her blood draw showed her bilirubin levels had actually started to go down this morning. So he wasn’t going to send us home with a bili blanket or even require that we get a draw done tomorrow morning. We’ll see him Wednesday afternoon and that’ll be well enough. Wee!
We packed up our bags and waited for my doctor to stop by and spring me. She came around noon and by then, why not stay for lunch? So we did. Heh. Anyhow. We eventually did leave. The worst part was waiting for the nurse to arrive with the wheelchair to take me out to the car. Evie was strapped into her carseat (photos to follow!) and of course was struck with hunger. I had a bottle of expressed milk handy so I gave that to her. But then I couldn’t take her back out and burp her so she got hiccups. It’s okay though, they’re downright adorable. She hiccuped all the way out to the van and out of the parking garage. And then she promptly fell asleep. I guess that means she doesn’t mind riding in the car?
It’s been strange, being home. It’s nice, in a way. But strange. And my belly already hurts. But that could be because my pain meds have run out and we have yet to pick up my prescriptions. Never fear, we’re about to leave to go to Walmart and rectify that little situation. Kile’s mom is going to babysit Evie for us and we’re going to take the boys to air them out. So that’s where we’re at. I’m surviving. So far.
