After Rusty Bones was born, I had to finish getting put back together. This was not a pretty site for anyone....I sent Dad out with the newborn instead of staying in the OR. The anesthesiologist got the short end of the stick here...I began throwing up again. The kind anesthesiologist tried stroking my cheek to calm me down, but I was ready to be done. I kept asking if they were almost done. . . I could over hear the two working on me, talking about how many stitches and such...I think they finally rolled me out of there around 0330. My last visual was the container of blood they had suctioned during the surgery (yuck!).
I remember coming down the hall and the nurses bumping the doors and walls as they wheeled me around. When we entered the room, Dad became emotional and relieved that I had made it out of surgery.....The next thing I remember is looking over and seeing Dad passed out with his mouth wide open in the chair. I also remember a nurse asking me if I wanted to nurse my baby (I remember her saying, "Your mom has great nipples!"). I believe this is the first time I had skin to skin contact with my newborn. Last thing I remember in this room was the baby crying and Dad standing with the nurses to assist...I can't be sure that they happened in that order.
By the time we were brought to postpartum, we were all excited and exhausted...Well, and probably a little petrified. We were left with this newborn we would nickname, Rusty Bones. Dad finally sent out some group text and a single picture of our little bundle. All dad could tell me is that you were 5 pounds, 11 ounces. I also new that you were born around 0230, but wasn't sure exactly.
I remember coming down the hall and the nurses bumping the doors and walls as they wheeled me around. When we entered the room, Dad became emotional and relieved that I had made it out of surgery.....The next thing I remember is looking over and seeing Dad passed out with his mouth wide open in the chair. I also remember a nurse asking me if I wanted to nurse my baby (I remember her saying, "Your mom has great nipples!"). I believe this is the first time I had skin to skin contact with my newborn. Last thing I remember in this room was the baby crying and Dad standing with the nurses to assist...I can't be sure that they happened in that order.
By the time we were brought to postpartum, we were all excited and exhausted...Well, and probably a little petrified. We were left with this newborn we would nickname, Rusty Bones. Dad finally sent out some group text and a single picture of our little bundle. All dad could tell me is that you were 5 pounds, 11 ounces. I also new that you were born around 0230, but wasn't sure exactly.
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