Just before Bobby was born I began shaking uncontrollably. This had happened to me before. I felt so horrible however, that I didn’t want to hold my baby. I thought I might drop him. When they asked if I wanted to nurse him, I wondered if they were crazy. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “Please make it stop!” I begged. My doctor told me it could last up to an hour. Sure enough right at an hour when they had finally ordered something to calm me down, it stopped. I was able to hold my little baby.
While I nursed Bobby, Jason called both of our parents. That is as far as we got on our calling list. The nurses brought me some food and as soon as I was finished eating they were in a hurry to get me out of the labor and delivery room. My legs were still somewhat numb. Finally after convincing the nurses that I could use the bathroom on my own–thank you very much–they wheeled me to my post partum room. I felt horrible.
I am normally a cooperative patient, but as soon as I got into the room I had three nurses rattling off a huge list of information that I couldn’t have cared less about at that point. I did not speak. I uh huhed my way through the long processes. Toward the end their little introductions one of them took my temperature and it was over 101. Then they listened to my chest and declared they heard fluid in my lungs. I guess I was sicker than I thought! The doctor was called and antibiotics were ordered by IV every six hours. I accepted every kind of pain pill they offered and the nurses finally, albeit temporarily, left the room at 11:30 in the evening!
As soon as Jason lay down on his “bed” the coughing began. He hadn’t brought any medicine with him. After about a half hour of that I suggested that he go home since neither one of us were going to get any sleep like that.
So I was left alone with my baby and the very meticulous nurse that came knocking on my door every hour on the dot to do her little ritual. Seriously every hour. I tried hard not to be annoyed and imagined my beloved, but very meticulous, aunt, who is a nurse, trying her very best to do her job just like she was supposed to. I had to admit that if I ever needed anything this nurse came to my rescue in an instant. I actually really liked her! We finally came to an understanding when I asked her to please not knock and just to come in. At first she was knocking and wouldn’t step into the room until I yelled for her to come in–waking the baby as well of course! Ha ha it all seems rather funny now!
I felt pretty bad the whole time I was at the hospital and my doctor was considering keeping me another night. When I begged that I’d never get well if I didn’t get some rest, and that was never going to happen at this hospital, she let me go home.
My recovery has been slower than other times. I am hoping all the aches and pains will cease soon! Thank you all for your prayers and encouragement!
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