So after days of throwing up, seeing many specialists, not being to hold my daughter because I was sick, finally on the 5th day in the hospital they decided they will do surgery and remove my Gall bladder.
I found out in passing from a very sweet but very persistent nurse that surgery was scheduled. She called and called them on my behalf and told them I am in pain and they need to make a decision. So after 5 days in the hospital, I started to feel slightly better. My friends, sister and hubby's friend came to see the baby and the nurse came in around 5 or 6 pm to tell me she is leaving for the day and that my surgery will be the next day. Wait what? She said "Didn't they call you?"
So surgery was scheduled the next day, just when I was starting to feel better but I decided to do it anyway. So it's Saturday & my daughter was discharged days before ( they allowed her to stay with me), & hubby had to take her to her 1st prenatal appointment alone, without me. I laid in that hospital bed and cried. I walked with him to the elevators and watch him leave with our sweet bundle of joy.
It was so surreal. I am a mother.
The nurse came in and told me to pack up because I would more than likely than return to the post partum room. Eventually they came to get me and I was wheeled away, alone to deal with this.
The operating room had a great team that not only put me at ease but were playing some Latin tunes and I was getting settled. When I woke up I was in excruciating pain............AGAIN, "shit when will this stop."
I was wheeled to another wing of the hospital and in pain. I begged & thankfully finally received pain killers. I wanted to know about my daughter and was told that she was in the NICU under the lights for high jaundice....wait what? Okay at this point I wanted out, pain and all. Hours went by and my family came, also visitors from the church I use to frequent, the pain was still high but started to subside. I have to add during all of this I kept buzzing the nurses asking when I would go home.
After hours of IV & medication for High Blood Pressure, low potassium and iron( this happened last 2 weeks of pregnancy and after delivery) I was given discharged that Sunday 2/4th at 6:00 pm. I was so happy to leave I left in the hospital robes...I did not want to change ( I had showered maybe 2 hours before being told so I was clean and ready to go).
So off I was to the NICU with hubby in tow, ok I was wheeled and it was humiliating but truth be told I was still weak from surgery the day before not being able to eat....I may have fibbed to the nurse and said I ate more than I did so I could leave. The doctor was right not only was I feeling better I could finally eat something ( I was terrified of food for days even water was the enemy).
Did I mention I did not eat for days and lost perhaps I don't know 25 pounds or more. So anyway I get to the NICU and I just about sprinted to find my baby. When I saw her my heart was just so over joyed...She is ours we get to take her home. She was in a private room since she just needed the lights and was already out just waiting on pick up. After getting some info from NICU we were finally on our way. I sat in the back seat of the car realizing that this is really happening, I was pregnant for 39 weeks, gave birth to my daughter baring all pain & infertility is now behind me. I have a daughter, ME....I crossed over the other side. The true journey will now begin, I have a child.
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