Nolan was born on a Wednesday evening around dinner time. The nurses took him to the nursery for his full evaluation and bath while I was getting fixed up. It took him awhile to get his body temp regulated after his bath so I didn't get my sweet baby back until around 9:30 that night. While we waited, they moved me into our Mother/Baby room which was right across from the nursery. Luckily, I didn't have a roommate. Still, the "dad" sleeping area was a chair. Not a reclining chair either. For that reason, Dan opted to leave around midnight that first evening and sleep in the hotel with his parents. It had been a long couple of days and we both needed to rest. Anyways, when they finally brought him in to us it was the second best moment of my life. :) (The first being when he was born, of course). It had been a long 4 hours without him and I was dying to smooch him and learn all about him. He was beautiful. I couldn't believe that we created something so incredibly perfect. Dan and I held him for awhile then let the eager grandparents get their hands on him. They were anxious too! After everyone got to meet him and of course take pictures, the grandparents left the 3 of us to get to know each other. We decided to go ahead and try to breastfeed since we didn't get to in the L&D room. It went pretty well and is going well to this day. I wanted to keep him with me but I was so weak. When Dan left I asked the nurse to take him to the nursery and bring him back when he was hungry. That night was pretty rough. They kept trying to get me to get out of bed. They told me I had to pee or else they would have to catherize. Every time I got up though the room would spin, I would see spots, and had this crazy out-of-body experience. Finally, they told me I wasn't allowed to get up on my own anymore. At one point, the nurse helped me to the bathroom and I felt fine. Then when I got up to go back to bed, apparently I did it again and I was leaning against the doorframe when she started yelling "HELP!!!" 4 nurses rushed in, she was slapping my face... they got me back to bed though. I can laugh about it now but it was a little scary then. They came in the room every hour or so to check my BP and see how I was doing. I didn't get much rest.
The next day was better. My OB came to check on me around 7am. I was holding Nolan and he said "you need to take that toupee off that baby!" :) Poor little man- everyone comments on his hair. Shortly after, Nolan's pediatrician came to check on him and came to give us a great report. He said everything looked great and confirmed that he was perfect. Pretty soon thereafter Dan came back followed by our parents. We spent the day with our sweet baby and families. It was so nice having my meals brought to me and knowing that we were well taken care of! :) At one point a nurse came to do a hearing test and Nolan didn't pass it. I held it together but I was nervous. That night, Dan decided to stay with us (but didn't sleep well!). I still had Nolan go to the nursery for a few hours from about 12-3. She said he fussed the whole time and would only calm down in the rocking bed. Little man wanted his momma already. :) I was feeling better with the fainting issues and all, but still felt weak.
Friday morning my OB came back and said we could go home that day but to take our time and let him know if we needed anything. The pediatrician came and announced that Nolan had jaundice. This happened at the same time he was being circumsized and we were awaiting the results of his second hearing screen. Needless to say, I didn't take it well. I was an emotional wreck, to say the least. My poor baby was crying and I couldn't help him. I thought they might make him stay but release us. And to top it off, I thought he couldn't hear. It was a ROUGH morning. It all turned around though. He passed his hearing screen- the nurse thought maybe he just had fluid in his ear the first time. They ordered us a walloby blanket to take home for the jaundice and told us to come back the next day for a re-test. And, his circ healed up just fine. I loved my discharge nurse, Pat. She was so great to us. We left around 3:30 that day and set off for our new life.
To be continued...
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