Part 2 continued... July 2, 2010

First picture with daddy after a 7 hour drive from Virginia all he wanted was to see his son. As I was being taken care of by the wonderful nurses of L&D he held his son and rocked him. I was in a catheter for almost 12 hours. Bloodx3 bags and plasmax4 bags and 10 hours later I was done with all three. Of course I wasn't done with my medication doctor order antibiotic IV every 6 hours until I was discharged on 4th of July. I was finally free of the catheter around 530pm and I could finally drink juice/water that my nurse gave me. I was going to miss my nurse as she only worked in L&D and was off on the weekends. I was on my way to the the Hematology unit just because I opted not to be in the L&D while I recovered. But before she left, she helped me to the bathroom and helped me get cleaned up. As I made my way back to my bed she had already cleaned my bed and grabbed more warm blankets even though I only had about an hour left before I was moved. She was a handful of nurses that I know that cares about their jobs and very sincere. Though I could tell she was about my age I knew she loved her job and taking care of me and it showed a lot.

As I made my way to my new room on the 4th floor Steve wanted to wheel the bassinet himself. For the most of the 18 hours I still felt out of it. Some of my memories will trigger from time to time but mostly it seems a bit hazy still. By 730pm I could feel the pain medication start to wear off. The IV started to sting, joints started to hurt and my muscles started to ache so bad. Before I felt all the pain I summed up the strength to sit up and take a family picture with Steve and Ryan.

By the time my family brought us food, I could barely chew. I remember my nurse coming in and saying "you have a lot of family here, I know they can be overwhelming. So if you need me to tell them to leave, just press the button and say you are cramping. I will take care of them." That made me smile a bit.

After dinner which was about 10pm I tried not to fall asleep just to maximize our time with our son. Steve and I fought so hard not to sleep and just wanted to hold him every time we could. Steve is so amazing and so supportive. Anytime I needed him he would tell Ryan "I will be back I need to help mommy." Just broke my heart, I tried with every bit of energy I had to get myself up. I even minimize the help I asked from him just so he could spend as much time as he could with Ryan like taking pictures of him, making videos with him or just talking to him. I knew the time we had with Ryan was limited and we were running out of time.

There were times where I couldn't even hold him I was so weak, Steve would explain to Ryan why I couldn't hold him. He would say "Mommy is eating so she will have the strength to hold you." I wanted to keep him forever and just hold him. I tried my hardest to eat and regain my strength just so I can hold my precious boy in my arms. I would cry when Steve would have to put him back in his bassinet because my strength kept failing me.