It is good to be home. No longer do I have to prove that I can nurse my child every day. (To one nurse that I was starting to get a little worried about her interest in my milk producers. Today, after bugging me about getting D to nurse ...who was nursing just fine, thanks, just not when Nazi nurse was around...she realized that my milk had already come in. "Wow, we hardly ever see mom leave with their milk already." Yeah, I guess my kid was nursing just fine wasn't she?)
On the down side, our bathroom requires navigation of stairs which is not easy with an abdominal wound. I'll be sleeping in the recliner so I can at least get up easier when I need to.
On the plus side, I have good drugs. Although they help only to a point.
We were sprung from the hospital this morning, after Nazi nurse sent D to have her bilirubin levels checked even though the doctors had just looked at her and declared her healthy. To be slightly fair, her levels were up, but very negligibly. Having my daughter's blood drawn for what seemed to be no reason was enough motivation for me to get her away from the prodding.
While in the hospital, she spent most of her time like this:
You know, when she wasn't on my boob. (Does she look jaundiced to you? Yeah, me either.) But she is an excellent sleeper. Seriously. I've slept better with a newborn than I did when I was pregnant. Three to four hour stretches...without having to pee! What luxury!
She's also more than a pound lighter than K was when he was born so she seems particularly delicate to me. We're using the car seat that my brother and his wife used with their second son. He was more than 9 pounds, so this seat looks extra big with little D in it.
M and K have remained excited about their sister, and have been kissing her and wanting to hold her all the time. She certainly will not lack for attention.
And, to top off all the excitement? Miss M has a new look today:
And the crooked one next to the hole will likely follow suit soon...