Discharged from Hospital
Dear blog, on Sunday I was discharged from the hospital that didn't mean much to me because I wasn't going back home. I will be staying at the Ronald McDonald House: it's only about 10 minutes from the hospital so I can still be close to baby. I wish I was getting to go home and take baby with me, but I know it's not the time yet. It has been a week since I had the baby. I'm still bruised severely and in quite a bit of pain, but it's getting better. I don't have to take pain medicine as often. I only take it at night time which is when the pain hits in from the exhaustion of the day. I wasn't thrilled having to leave the hospital because the beds give better support when I try to get up. But I have finally gotten well enough that it's not as difficult getting out of bed. On Tuesday I had my staples removed, oh man what a glorious day that was. I felt so much better, I could walk better and I was able to be a little bit more independent.
My husband left for home on Wednesday and my mom came up to stay with me. My son came with her as well, which I love because I was hating being so far away from him. Now it is more challenging having a baby here with me while I'm trying to recuperate and having to go to the hospital with him is a bit more chaotic. He is very active, so trying to keep him contained in a small room with a baby who is trying to grow is very difficult, but he has done better. The last time I took him in he was quiet for the most part, he tried to be calm. I was very proud of him he did not overly stimulate his sister.
I go to the hospital every morning to visit the baby. I try to do skin to skin contact now that we are allowed to hold her without any gowns. This makes me very happy because I can finally touch her soft, silky skin and feel her warmth. It's one of the most wonderful feelings getting to hold her, I enjoy every minute of the hour I'm allowed to hold her.
My husband left for home on Wednesday and my mom came up to stay with me. My son came with her as well, which I love because I was hating being so far away from him. Now it is more challenging having a baby here with me while I'm trying to recuperate and having to go to the hospital with him is a bit more chaotic. He is very active, so trying to keep him contained in a small room with a baby who is trying to grow is very difficult, but he has done better. The last time I took him in he was quiet for the most part, he tried to be calm. I was very proud of him he did not overly stimulate his sister.
I go to the hospital every morning to visit the baby. I try to do skin to skin contact now that we are allowed to hold her without any gowns. This makes me very happy because I can finally touch her soft, silky skin and feel her warmth. It's one of the most wonderful feelings getting to hold her, I enjoy every minute of the hour I'm allowed to hold her.
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