We had an awesome birth and hospital experience and overall it was night and day (or day and night - which one is better anyways?) compared to last time. I cannot believe how smoothly it all went and how we met Weston only two hours after arriving at the hospital. As a side note, my doctor stressed how she was so thankful that I did not end up going into labor on my own. My uterine wall was very thin, I have a lot of scar tissue and he was still "floating" high (despite her previous assumption of him being fully engaged). She said a vbac would have never worked and an emergency c-section would have been performed and that the risk of a uterine rupture (hemorrhaging) was pretty high. Needless to say, I am beyond thankful that my body waited and that we are all healthy.
The sole reason I am able to write this post is because of my mom, Grandma JoJo, and her gift of watching Logan all day. Not to mention doing my grocery shopping, folding my laundry, emptying my dishwasher and holding "West" (what we plan to call our guy) so that I could actually take a shower, dry my hair AND do my makeup. The trifecta that has not occurred for one whole week. I was able to dig myself out of my 15 voicemail messages and my 158 emails this morning and even do a FB update. Seriously, moms are the best, aren't they?
As happy as we all are, I won't lie to you and say that we have it all together just yet. Because I certainly don't. In fact, I have already had many-a-breakdown in the 4 days since being home do to various things. But mostly, I've been stressed/frustrated/let down due to the amount of breastfeeding, supplementing and pumping needed to sustain our little man in addition to my wish for establishing a breastfeeding relationship despite my surgical history. For those of you who are familiar with the concept of "triple feeding" you can probably relate to the level of emotional and physical exhaustion that it entails. I plan to write more about my personal experience and struggles with all of this in another post. Heck, I may even write a book about it because it's a pretty rich topic it turns out.
Chris is such a great dad, but that's no surprise there. He loves his little dude and I can already sense the bond he has with his son. He is the best caretaker and husband and catered to my every whim in the hospital. Not to mention he did not make fun of me for the variety of embarrassing elements that go along with c-sections. For example, did you know that you pretty much have to wear a diaper for days after having a c-section?! Because you do. Yeah - I'm sure sexiness will take a loooong time to return after that mental image of your wife...
That's it in a nutshell. It's amazing what changes can occur in a week, yes?!
I hope to be back to regular blogging soon, so stay tuned.