I gave birth to baby M at 12:43am, just past midnight on the 24th Jan. The induction was slow and hard, as my GERD acted up and I got a headache. Then right after delivering the placenta, I suffered a hemorrhage. At one point there were something like 12+ medical staff all running around the room doing things, and I lay there just resigned and depleted. Didn't get a chance to hold M until much later. The next day was hard too, as I had a bakri balloon and a catheter in me, and I was pretty miserable. I couldn't sit up without getting a headache after long, and I felt nauseous.
Anyway, I was happy to be discharged in the late afternoon of 25th Jan after several blood tests came back OK. Except right before we were about to leave, we found out the hot water heater died and it was minus 10 degrees celcius that day.
Today is now the 6th day of M's life. I am trying to take things day by day and not think too much. Been in contact with my psych, and at least I'm a lot more aware of my emotions and physical feelings now, vs my first birth with E. I'm a mess of hormones and disrupted sleep. Thank God for Jon and my in-laws who are here to help, especially with the first 2 weeks which are known to always be hellish. E provides some comfort too, though obviously she adds to everyone's exhaustion as well.
Everyone else has gone out today, leaving just M and me at home. It feels kind of nice, because I don't feel great today and am relishing the momentary peace (though an hour later I might start to feel lonely).
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