The morning after delivery was a busy one. I needed to do the pumping thing again, I was already not liking this new this task. I needed to eat since pumping is exhausting! I was finally getting to a point where I could walk around as well as a person could who have just been cut open. The big thing about the walking was that I was able to do so without feeling nauseated. By this time the nurses were encouraging a shower, which is always a heck of a task.
Just a little disclaimer for all those who have not experienced childbirth, there is no room to be discreet about things. At first, especially for a girl like me, this is hard, but just wait for what you will have to share and show! Have you passed gas yet? Have you passed any stool yet? When you push to get the stool out, you should do this. Let me look down there and check for blood clots, you know, make sure everything looks ok. I know they are doing their job…but man, oh, man!
Anyways, back to shower time. The nurses gave me special medical soap since I had a huge incision to clean up around. By the morning after delivery, you are feeling it! Shower time at the hospital after a baby is not the refreshing experience I was hoping for. Instead, in my situation, it was almost a punishment! The soap dries your skin out, stinks, and it is impossible to put lotion on afterward. Lotion, now lotion requires way too much motivation and logistics. Forget about doing your hair, so I didn’t even bother washing it. The shower was done, someone was going to stop by to fill out the “official” paperwork of the baby’s birth.
Doing the paperwork was all fine and dandy, except we STILL did not have a baby name picked out! We had about ten minutes before the lady came to see us.
The name was something we hadn’t discussed much because we were not sure of what our future was going to be. Attachment to an unborn baby with all the unknow was too scary. But now the baby was here; we knew it was a girl, what were we going to name her? Our other girls have family names, but we weren’t sure we were going to go that way again.
I have always loved the name Adeline, as I am a sucker for old-fashion names. Talking with Jeremy, I told him it was the only name I could decide on for a girl, nothing else really excited me. I asked him if he had any ideas. In normal Jeremy fashion, he didn’t have too much to say. The only name he would maybe want to use would be his grandma’s name, Josie. Her actual name was Joann and he wanted to use that. So, after talked some, we decided on Adeline Joann for our little baby girl.
By this time, the lady came into our room to fill out our official paperwork. After completing it and making sure everything was right, we had a name for our little girl, and they were going to send in the paperwork to make her “official.”
Then, it was time for the lactation consultants to visit. As I had mentioned previously, I was just pumping to save money. I appreciated that these women were coming by to see me, but I didn’t have much interest in what they were coming to talk to me about. If I had questions about lactating, Dr. Google and Facebook are available 24 hours a day and don’t want to get up in my business to help me. They talked, I listened and pretended as though I was interested in what they had to say. I hope they bought it, but I don’t hide those kinds of things well.
Checking the morning after delivery list off, one by one
Peeing and Walking…check
Shower and Dressed…check
All the Doctors Stopped By…check
I was ready to get over to the other hospital and see my baby! I just needed the last signature on the paperwork and a non-emergency ambulance to bring me to the other hospital.
After what seemed to be forever, we had the final doctor signature. I shouldn’t have been surprised, things like this NEVER move along quickly!
It was then time to get onto the ambulance stretcher and they were ready to drive me over to the other hospital. They strapped me on the stretcher, and I was wheeled off to the ambulance. I made some nice small talk with the EMT’s as they drove me over. They then wheeled me up to the new and much smaller room I would call home for the next few days. We waited for our nurse to come by.
Both of us were anxiously waiting to go see Adeline! We hadn’t seen her in over 24 hours.
Before we left, we talked with the nurse about being able to see Adeline on our television. At our hospital, there is a camera on the baby, and you can see them on a hospital television if it is set up for it. We knew this could be a long, technical process, so we wanted the nurse to get on it. I should note here that the nurse I had was pretty much my own personal nurse due to how the process works.
We talked with the nurse and continued to get settled in. She administers some meds and I even did some pumping while waiting. Three hours have never gone by so fast in my life. The milk still hadn’t come in, but the process still needs to be done to stimulate it-at least that is what I am told. It came in last time even though I didn’t breastfeed…it was PAINFUL…just in case you were wondering.
It was almost time to go see our little lady.
Were you able to stay close to your baby after they were born? I have heard of some hospitals being able to keep the baby in the room for a little while so the mothers can always be closer. What a cool idea, although I would think it would be a while until many hospitals are to that point for obvious reasons. How was your morning after delivery? Was it a chore for you as much as it was for me?