Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Daycare Daily Report 4/18
Brandon had a lot of energy today. He really liked running and bumping into other children. Brandon played a lot today with an empty diaper wipes container. He liked putting objects in and taking them out. Brandon was not very interested in the science project today. He completed the activity once and then he was done. However, Brandon was quick to learn about gravity as when I asked him what happened when he did the activity he said "it all fell"!!
Daycare Daily Report 4/15
I am loving his reports from daycare lately. They are so funny. Here is the one from April 15th.
Brandon had a lot of energy today. He was very talkative. Brandon talked a lot about Buzz today.Brandon did a fantastic job with the alphabet game. He was able to identify all the letters except for’F’. It was really cute, at one point I showed Brandon the letter B and I said B is for Buzz,Brandon looks at me and said "no, B is for Brandon"!! Brandon did a great job of following directions today, even when others were not!! When I asked him to do something such as go to the bathroom to wash his hands for lunch, he was always the first one there.
Brandon had a lot of energy today. He was very talkative. Brandon talked a lot about Buzz today.Brandon did a fantastic job with the alphabet game. He was able to identify all the letters except for’F’. It was really cute, at one point I showed Brandon the letter B and I said B is for Buzz,Brandon looks at me and said "no, B is for Brandon"!! Brandon did a great job of following directions today, even when others were not!! When I asked him to do something such as go to the bathroom to wash his hands for lunch, he was always the first one there.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Abby's 2 month
Abby had her 2 month check up today. Yes, we were a month late but her pediatrician didn't mind. It's normal...plus with all the junk we have been dealing with the past 3 months it's not a big deal.
Her stats:
Height- 25 inches which is 98%
Weight- 12 lbs. 15 oz. which is 50%
Head- 42 1/3 cm which is 98%
She is right on track and showing no signs of further breathing issues or other distress. Her pediatrician is really happy with how she is eating, sleeping and progressing. She actually was very surprised that she doesn't have any further respiratory issues since her fast birth and some breathins issues at birth and then when she had RSV and was in the hospital in January.
She then turned to me and we chatted about my post partum test that I kind of failed. She said there have been some changes in my answers and wanted to make sure I was doing okay. She is a newer pediatrican for us and doesn't know the whole story of what has been going on with us the last few months. She wanted to be filled in so I started at the beginning....
January:
Abby's crazy birth.
Brandon with ear infection.
Brandon with bronchialitis.
Rob with Sinus infection
Rob with bronchitis.
Rob with torn ligaments in his back.
Mom with sinus infection.
Mom with bronchitis and cough.
Mom has mastisis.
Abby with RSV-in the hospital for a week.
Abby with possible heart mur-mur.
All 3 cats were even sick with respiratory infections.
February:
Mom with upper respiratory infection.
Brandon with flu-throwing up.
Abby still recovering from RSV.
Rob Birthday
Mom Birthday
Mom has mastisis again.
Auntie had emergency back surgery.
Mom's uncle has massive heart attack.
Rob's car totally dead...have 2 days to find new truck and buy it.
March:
Trip to Florida (a good part)
Daycare lady on vacation for 2 weeks.
Mom laid off from work for a month.
Rob in therapy for back 3 days a week.
Brandon with double ear infection.
Brandon with pink eye.
Brandon with stomach issues- throwing up again.
Abby with bad cold and goopy eyes- needs drops.
Mom with pneumonia, strep throat, sinus infection, bluging ear drum, blisters on throat and possible tonsils needing to be removed (luckily the antibiotics cleared it up).
Mom has no voice for over a week. Dr was worried about damage to voice box.
Mom's Grandma has stroke-back in hospital.
Once she heard just a few parts of our past 3 months she had no worries. She said, "Well, it sounds like you have no post partum...just a bunch of crap going on and are handling it pretty well." She blamed it on MN Winters. So, in a way it was a compliment. She made note in Abby's chart that our family was hit hard with illness and stress the last few months and we are doing okay...no concerns.
We left happy (well, Abby had some sore legs with 3 shots) but all went well and we are all getting back to normal.
Her stats:
Height- 25 inches which is 98%
Weight- 12 lbs. 15 oz. which is 50%
Head- 42 1/3 cm which is 98%
She is right on track and showing no signs of further breathing issues or other distress. Her pediatrician is really happy with how she is eating, sleeping and progressing. She actually was very surprised that she doesn't have any further respiratory issues since her fast birth and some breathins issues at birth and then when she had RSV and was in the hospital in January.
She then turned to me and we chatted about my post partum test that I kind of failed. She said there have been some changes in my answers and wanted to make sure I was doing okay. She is a newer pediatrican for us and doesn't know the whole story of what has been going on with us the last few months. She wanted to be filled in so I started at the beginning....
January:
Abby's crazy birth.
Brandon with ear infection.
Brandon with bronchialitis.
Rob with Sinus infection
Rob with bronchitis.
Rob with torn ligaments in his back.
Mom with sinus infection.
Mom with bronchitis and cough.
Mom has mastisis.
Abby with RSV-in the hospital for a week.
Abby with possible heart mur-mur.
All 3 cats were even sick with respiratory infections.
February:
Mom with upper respiratory infection.
Brandon with flu-throwing up.
Abby still recovering from RSV.
Rob Birthday
Mom Birthday
Mom has mastisis again.
Auntie had emergency back surgery.
Mom's uncle has massive heart attack.
Rob's car totally dead...have 2 days to find new truck and buy it.
March:
Trip to Florida (a good part)
Daycare lady on vacation for 2 weeks.
Mom laid off from work for a month.
Rob in therapy for back 3 days a week.
Brandon with double ear infection.
Brandon with pink eye.
Brandon with stomach issues- throwing up again.
Abby with bad cold and goopy eyes- needs drops.
Mom with pneumonia, strep throat, sinus infection, bluging ear drum, blisters on throat and possible tonsils needing to be removed (luckily the antibiotics cleared it up).
Mom has no voice for over a week. Dr was worried about damage to voice box.
Mom's Grandma has stroke-back in hospital.
Once she heard just a few parts of our past 3 months she had no worries. She said, "Well, it sounds like you have no post partum...just a bunch of crap going on and are handling it pretty well." She blamed it on MN Winters. So, in a way it was a compliment. She made note in Abby's chart that our family was hit hard with illness and stress the last few months and we are doing okay...no concerns.
We left happy (well, Abby had some sore legs with 3 shots) but all went well and we are all getting back to normal.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Daily Report
Ms. Jenny is our wonderful daycare provider that watches Brandon 3 days a week. She is beyond wonderful...I will share more about her some day. She deserves her own post.
We get a report on Brandon every day emailed to us at night. Here is his report for today.
Brandon did excellent today. He did not cry at all today. Brandon enjoyed running and has taken a special affection to Lara. Brandon enjoys holding Lara’s hand and touching her gently. Brandon did an excellent job today with his numbers. He was able to count to 10 with no problems and also count objects. Sometimes when kids count they just keep counting and don’t really put together when to stop when the objects are done, but Brandon stopped and only counted the exact objects asked to count. Brandon ate very well today!! I asked Brandon throughout the day if he wanted to go sit on the potty and he denied every time. Bella was not here today, so I don’t know if that made a difference as no one else was going potty. I am not sure if I should just tell him it is time to go potty or ask him.
We get a report on Brandon every day emailed to us at night. Here is his report for today.
Brandon did excellent today. He did not cry at all today. Brandon enjoyed running and has taken a special affection to Lara. Brandon enjoys holding Lara’s hand and touching her gently. Brandon did an excellent job today with his numbers. He was able to count to 10 with no problems and also count objects. Sometimes when kids count they just keep counting and don’t really put together when to stop when the objects are done, but Brandon stopped and only counted the exact objects asked to count. Brandon ate very well today!! I asked Brandon throughout the day if he wanted to go sit on the potty and he denied every time. Bella was not here today, so I don’t know if that made a difference as no one else was going potty. I am not sure if I should just tell him it is time to go potty or ask him.
Brandon's Birthday Month
It is April....Brandon's Birthday Month!
Brandon will be 3 on April 21st. We have lots planned for him....I will do my best to keep updated.
Brandon will be 3 on April 21st. We have lots planned for him....I will do my best to keep updated.
More things I thought I would never say as a parent.
"Please get your head out of the cats butt."
"NO, Don't put your penis down the drain. It might get stuck."
"Brandon, if you don't sit down you are going to fall and die and I'm going to give all your Transformers to Goodwill."
"If you go to bed perfectly then we can go do Disney World tomorrow."
"No, those are my boobs. Not yours."
"It's time to eat....I don't care if you walk down the stairs, roll down the stairs, or fall down the stairs. Just get downstairs to have dinner please."
"NO, Don't put your penis down the drain. It might get stuck."
"Brandon, if you don't sit down you are going to fall and die and I'm going to give all your Transformers to Goodwill."
"If you go to bed perfectly then we can go do Disney World tomorrow."
"No, those are my boobs. Not yours."
"It's time to eat....I don't care if you walk down the stairs, roll down the stairs, or fall down the stairs. Just get downstairs to have dinner please."
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Stats on the kids
Sorry we haven't updated...shame on us!
We have new stats on the kids.
Brandon is 35 months. Weighs 31 pounds and is 38 inches tall.
Abby is almost 3 months. Weighs 12 pounds and I don't have her height.
Both kids are doing great!
We have new stats on the kids.
Brandon is 35 months. Weighs 31 pounds and is 38 inches tall.
Abby is almost 3 months. Weighs 12 pounds and I don't have her height.
Both kids are doing great!
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
And then there were 4....
SHE IS HERE! and we are now a family of FOUR!
Before I share the dramatic birth story I have to share my total amazement and joy that I am a mother of two! It is the best experience and better than I ever experienced. It is so easy (I might be jinxing myself now) and even the hard, stressful parts are a blessing for me.
And now for the story...
Last Monday (December 27th) I had an OB appointment and I was hoping she would just send me right over to the hospital and kick labor into full gear. WRONG! I was dilated to 2cm and she said, "It shouldn't be too long now and I think you will be surprised at how well you will go into labor." I left and immediately contractions were regular and hurt. We decided around 6:30pm to head to the hospital. After 3 hours there I only dilated to 3cm. So I was making some progress but not enough for them to keep me. My gut was saying, "NO- just keep me and put me into labor....something isn't right." I should have listened to my gut and spoke up a bit more.
I had tried everything all week- massage, pressure points, walking, stairs, tea....and Friday night I decided to take my sister's advice (from her boss- who is a single guy with no kids) to eat Chinese food.
Saturday morning at 1am Brandon woke up and could not fall back to sleep. I let him climb into bed with me and we watched Toy Story for an hour or so. The whole night seemed off and I was having pretty strong contractions that were getting hard to breath through but nothing consistant and regular. After finally getting him back to sleep I tried to sleep myself but the contractions kept waking me up. At 5 and 6am they were still painful but really irregular and not lasting long.
Brandon woke for the day at 8:30am and I asked Rob to take him so I could try and sleep a little longer. I tried for 10 minutes when the contractions were still strong and coming more frequent. I decided around 8:45am to hop in the bath and see if that would help. In no way did I think I was in labor. The contractions were 15-20 seconds long (hurting and strong) and were about 3 to 4 minutes apart. The bath really helped even though I started moaning through contractions at the end. I sat in the tub for about 15 minutes and then had to pee (like I do every 5 minutes). So I got out and immediately had a strong contraction. I immediately called Rob into the bathroom and said he needs to get Brandon out of the house. He called my Mom and Tim while I was still in the bathroom struggling. I knew it was time to head to the hospital and was working on finding some strength to get dressed and ready to head out. About the 3rd or 4th contraction out of the tub I started feeling faint. I grew pure white and started sweating from head to toe and dropped to my hands and knees. I was able to breathe through that one bad contraction (and a little scream). Brandon was still in the house and he was crying knowing Mommy wasn't feeling well and he was scared. I kept trying to tell him that Mommy just has an owie and that I would be fine.
While on my hands and knees I just wanted to catch my breath to get up and get dressed. Rob was grabbing me clothes. The next contraction my water broke and I felt the immediate urge to push. I knew then I wasn't going to make it to the hospital. Rob tried to help me up but I knew I was going to pass out and wasn't able to move. I laid on my side to get me through the contractions and asked Rob to call an ambulance. He had a hard time getting dispatch to understand this wasn't just the start of labor but her head was crowning and ready to come out. I laid on the floor through 3 bad contractions. I pushed a little on one contraction and felt her head half way out. It was then I knew I couldn't push and had to breath (and a few more screams) through the contractions.
The police arrived first and asked if they could do anything for me. I was never able to get dressed after the tub so I asked them to get me a blanket. The officer got the blanket from the living room and pillow for my head. They had a look on their face like, "Oh shit." Right after that the paramedics arrived. I was in the middle of a contraction when I heard it was a female paramedic. I saw her and felt immediate relief and lots of comfort. She stepped over me and got me through another contraction and noticed I was doing okay and not fully crowned. I was starting again to pass out when she had to slap my face a bit and tell me to just stay with her. She held my head in her hands through one more contraction and then helped me get to my feet. I had her grab my robe and Rob grabbed me slippers. I had to walk down the stairs myself (we have a split level so they couldn't get the gurney up the stairs). I got out the door, sat on the gurney and had another contraction. They were all worried about me freezing and being cold but the fresh air felt good. Our paramedic (didn't get her name- I think Jen) helped me through that contraction as I just wanted to push. She got firm with me because I couldn't have a baby on my front door step in the cold. They finally got me laying down and into the ambulance. There were 2 paramedics- one driving and Jen helping me. The police officer asked if he should ride with and Jen said 'No, I think I'm good' when another one hit and she saw Abby's head half way out. She asked me not to push and get through that last contraction so she could get ready for the next one and have the baby. She yelled for the police officer to come back in the ambulance and told her partner to just 'go and hurry'. Rob was able to send me off with a kiss while on the front door step and was getting in the car to follow us to the hospital.
Another contraction hit and I tried so hard NOT to push but she slid right out. We had just left our driveway to start to the hospital.
She put Abby on my chest and worked on getting the cord cut (she didn't even have a scissors but used a razor blade type tool instead). I had flipped Abby over and was drying her off a bit when I asked Jen if she was okay. She took Abby from me in a towel and got her to coo a bit- but never really cried. She had the officer open and OB kit, got a hat on her, and started the oxygen for Abby. I said I was totally fine and just wanted to make sure Abby was fine. I had asked the time because I had no clue what time it was. Jen said she was probably born at 9:41am.
We were now pulling into the hospital and she handed Abby back to me with the oxygen and I had to cover her up the best I could since we had to go outside a bit to get into the hospital. The second the ambulance door flew open there were 10 people there waiting for us and asking a ton of questions. We got a few feet inside the door when the nurse stopped us so she could shake Abby a bit and get her breathing a bit more. She was still really purple and we needed to take some time to get her breathing. She did a little scream and I kept the oxygen by her until we got to our delivery room.
They took Abby immediately to get her breathing and taken care of. They got me on the bed, changed out of my robe (which was destroyed) and all the sheets/towels/blankets/pads and got me into a gown and into position to deliver the placenta. They were waiting for any OB since my OB was still 20 minutes out. The room was filled with nurses and assistants helping me and Abby. I asked the nurse if I could just push once and get the placenta out. It took one little push and it was out and I felt so much better.
By that time Abby was fine and they handed her back to me. That was when Rob got there. He walked in the room and said, "NO WAY!" He still says he knew I had delivered in the ambulance. I apologized and told him I tried not to push and wait but I just couldn't. He knew it wasn't in my control and that she wanted to come. Rob took Abby right away to meet her while I was being taken care of.
Jen came back in and talked with me for a bit. I had to sign some ambulance paper work and we took a photo with her. I thanked her a ton!!!! She was wonderful and I couldn't have done it without her. It turns out this was her second delivery (she delivered her nephew- but that was planned) and it was the police officers first delivery. I apologized if I kicked her or anything and for the mess in the ambulance. But she said I was actually pretty calm and only heard one little scream from me.
The on-call OB finally made it in a few minutes later and made sure I was fine. I needed one litle stitch and we were done. I was able to nurse her right away. She did have to go to the lab/nursery for blood tests since they weren't able to use the umbilical cord blood to test her blood type. She was gone for over an hour when the nurse told me it was because the pediatrictian was looking at her too. There was some meconium in the fluid so they needed to make sure she was fine.
The pediatrician came to see us and asked, "So, what happened this morning?" I shared the story and she said, "Well....I'm very surprised....she is totally fine and healthy." Other than a little purple at birth she had no other complications and was totally healthy. She was a bit gaggy the first 12 hours after her birth because she was born so fast and swallowed some of that fluid and it was gaggy for her. The blue bulb syringe became our best friend at that point!
Finally at about 11am I was able to shower. I handed Abby off and jumped right in the shower and got cleaned up. The nurses stayed in the room with me thinking I was going to feel faint or have extreme pain but I was just so happy to be up and showering I felt fine. Everyone was surprised I was up and about and not taking any pain meds. I was also surprised at how well I was feeling. I didn't just feel like I delivered a baby in the back of an ambulance.
We just spent the rest of the afternoon together as a family. She got her bath and some visitors came. We were able to be discharged exactly 25 hours after she was born!
We were known in the L & D department as the 'ambulance baby'. I guess the word spreads fast around there.
We are now home, settled in, healthy, happy, content and still a bit in shock at how the whole thing went down in about an hour- so fast!
Before I share the dramatic birth story I have to share my total amazement and joy that I am a mother of two! It is the best experience and better than I ever experienced. It is so easy (I might be jinxing myself now) and even the hard, stressful parts are a blessing for me.
And now for the story...
Last Monday (December 27th) I had an OB appointment and I was hoping she would just send me right over to the hospital and kick labor into full gear. WRONG! I was dilated to 2cm and she said, "It shouldn't be too long now and I think you will be surprised at how well you will go into labor." I left and immediately contractions were regular and hurt. We decided around 6:30pm to head to the hospital. After 3 hours there I only dilated to 3cm. So I was making some progress but not enough for them to keep me. My gut was saying, "NO- just keep me and put me into labor....something isn't right." I should have listened to my gut and spoke up a bit more.
I had tried everything all week- massage, pressure points, walking, stairs, tea....and Friday night I decided to take my sister's advice (from her boss- who is a single guy with no kids) to eat Chinese food.
Saturday morning at 1am Brandon woke up and could not fall back to sleep. I let him climb into bed with me and we watched Toy Story for an hour or so. The whole night seemed off and I was having pretty strong contractions that were getting hard to breath through but nothing consistant and regular. After finally getting him back to sleep I tried to sleep myself but the contractions kept waking me up. At 5 and 6am they were still painful but really irregular and not lasting long.
Brandon woke for the day at 8:30am and I asked Rob to take him so I could try and sleep a little longer. I tried for 10 minutes when the contractions were still strong and coming more frequent. I decided around 8:45am to hop in the bath and see if that would help. In no way did I think I was in labor. The contractions were 15-20 seconds long (hurting and strong) and were about 3 to 4 minutes apart. The bath really helped even though I started moaning through contractions at the end. I sat in the tub for about 15 minutes and then had to pee (like I do every 5 minutes). So I got out and immediately had a strong contraction. I immediately called Rob into the bathroom and said he needs to get Brandon out of the house. He called my Mom and Tim while I was still in the bathroom struggling. I knew it was time to head to the hospital and was working on finding some strength to get dressed and ready to head out. About the 3rd or 4th contraction out of the tub I started feeling faint. I grew pure white and started sweating from head to toe and dropped to my hands and knees. I was able to breathe through that one bad contraction (and a little scream). Brandon was still in the house and he was crying knowing Mommy wasn't feeling well and he was scared. I kept trying to tell him that Mommy just has an owie and that I would be fine.
While on my hands and knees I just wanted to catch my breath to get up and get dressed. Rob was grabbing me clothes. The next contraction my water broke and I felt the immediate urge to push. I knew then I wasn't going to make it to the hospital. Rob tried to help me up but I knew I was going to pass out and wasn't able to move. I laid on my side to get me through the contractions and asked Rob to call an ambulance. He had a hard time getting dispatch to understand this wasn't just the start of labor but her head was crowning and ready to come out. I laid on the floor through 3 bad contractions. I pushed a little on one contraction and felt her head half way out. It was then I knew I couldn't push and had to breath (and a few more screams) through the contractions.
The police arrived first and asked if they could do anything for me. I was never able to get dressed after the tub so I asked them to get me a blanket. The officer got the blanket from the living room and pillow for my head. They had a look on their face like, "Oh shit." Right after that the paramedics arrived. I was in the middle of a contraction when I heard it was a female paramedic. I saw her and felt immediate relief and lots of comfort. She stepped over me and got me through another contraction and noticed I was doing okay and not fully crowned. I was starting again to pass out when she had to slap my face a bit and tell me to just stay with her. She held my head in her hands through one more contraction and then helped me get to my feet. I had her grab my robe and Rob grabbed me slippers. I had to walk down the stairs myself (we have a split level so they couldn't get the gurney up the stairs). I got out the door, sat on the gurney and had another contraction. They were all worried about me freezing and being cold but the fresh air felt good. Our paramedic (didn't get her name- I think Jen) helped me through that contraction as I just wanted to push. She got firm with me because I couldn't have a baby on my front door step in the cold. They finally got me laying down and into the ambulance. There were 2 paramedics- one driving and Jen helping me. The police officer asked if he should ride with and Jen said 'No, I think I'm good' when another one hit and she saw Abby's head half way out. She asked me not to push and get through that last contraction so she could get ready for the next one and have the baby. She yelled for the police officer to come back in the ambulance and told her partner to just 'go and hurry'. Rob was able to send me off with a kiss while on the front door step and was getting in the car to follow us to the hospital.
Another contraction hit and I tried so hard NOT to push but she slid right out. We had just left our driveway to start to the hospital.
She put Abby on my chest and worked on getting the cord cut (she didn't even have a scissors but used a razor blade type tool instead). I had flipped Abby over and was drying her off a bit when I asked Jen if she was okay. She took Abby from me in a towel and got her to coo a bit- but never really cried. She had the officer open and OB kit, got a hat on her, and started the oxygen for Abby. I said I was totally fine and just wanted to make sure Abby was fine. I had asked the time because I had no clue what time it was. Jen said she was probably born at 9:41am.
We were now pulling into the hospital and she handed Abby back to me with the oxygen and I had to cover her up the best I could since we had to go outside a bit to get into the hospital. The second the ambulance door flew open there were 10 people there waiting for us and asking a ton of questions. We got a few feet inside the door when the nurse stopped us so she could shake Abby a bit and get her breathing a bit more. She was still really purple and we needed to take some time to get her breathing. She did a little scream and I kept the oxygen by her until we got to our delivery room.
They took Abby immediately to get her breathing and taken care of. They got me on the bed, changed out of my robe (which was destroyed) and all the sheets/towels/blankets/pads and got me into a gown and into position to deliver the placenta. They were waiting for any OB since my OB was still 20 minutes out. The room was filled with nurses and assistants helping me and Abby. I asked the nurse if I could just push once and get the placenta out. It took one little push and it was out and I felt so much better.
By that time Abby was fine and they handed her back to me. That was when Rob got there. He walked in the room and said, "NO WAY!" He still says he knew I had delivered in the ambulance. I apologized and told him I tried not to push and wait but I just couldn't. He knew it wasn't in my control and that she wanted to come. Rob took Abby right away to meet her while I was being taken care of.
Jen came back in and talked with me for a bit. I had to sign some ambulance paper work and we took a photo with her. I thanked her a ton!!!! She was wonderful and I couldn't have done it without her. It turns out this was her second delivery (she delivered her nephew- but that was planned) and it was the police officers first delivery. I apologized if I kicked her or anything and for the mess in the ambulance. But she said I was actually pretty calm and only heard one little scream from me.
The on-call OB finally made it in a few minutes later and made sure I was fine. I needed one litle stitch and we were done. I was able to nurse her right away. She did have to go to the lab/nursery for blood tests since they weren't able to use the umbilical cord blood to test her blood type. She was gone for over an hour when the nurse told me it was because the pediatrictian was looking at her too. There was some meconium in the fluid so they needed to make sure she was fine.
The pediatrician came to see us and asked, "So, what happened this morning?" I shared the story and she said, "Well....I'm very surprised....she is totally fine and healthy." Other than a little purple at birth she had no other complications and was totally healthy. She was a bit gaggy the first 12 hours after her birth because she was born so fast and swallowed some of that fluid and it was gaggy for her. The blue bulb syringe became our best friend at that point!
Finally at about 11am I was able to shower. I handed Abby off and jumped right in the shower and got cleaned up. The nurses stayed in the room with me thinking I was going to feel faint or have extreme pain but I was just so happy to be up and showering I felt fine. Everyone was surprised I was up and about and not taking any pain meds. I was also surprised at how well I was feeling. I didn't just feel like I delivered a baby in the back of an ambulance.
We just spent the rest of the afternoon together as a family. She got her bath and some visitors came. We were able to be discharged exactly 25 hours after she was born!
We were known in the L & D department as the 'ambulance baby'. I guess the word spreads fast around there.
We are now home, settled in, healthy, happy, content and still a bit in shock at how the whole thing went down in about an hour- so fast!
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