joining Jen for some processing. Process with me, will you?
1) The NICU finally set us free this past Sunday morning and it was a glorious occasion for all parties involved. We finally got to introduce Joseph to his older
The 2 older girls' favorite activity is sitting in chairs and making up their own words to the wordless music that the baby swing plays.
2) We got back home Sunday and Tuesday I started to get a little-- a very little -- concerned that I had been feeling somewhat short of breath since Joseph's birth. After some googling I chalked it up to being a weird side effect of the epidural, but my wonderful mother-in-law suggested I call the doctor to make sure. The doctor's answer? GET TO THE ER NOW. I was a little emotional about that answer to say the least and still having flash backs to our captive NICU days (so dramatic, Ana! I know). Anyways, Mike calmed me by reassuring me it would only be a couple hour thing, and he took me and Joseph to the ER to check to make sure things were cool. (this is getting long, we'll make it 2)
3) After a few hours at the ER, 1 cup peed in, roughly 8 tubes of my blood stolen from my body, we were pretty sure everything was going to check out just fine and I was feeling so stupid for even going. All the blood work had come back clear except the one test that shows whether you are at high risk for a blood clot, so the most important one and the one they were actually concerned about. Since I was confident it would come back ok I was packing up our things to head out when the doctor popped his head in to tell me it was not good and I was indeed at a higher risk for a blood clot and would need to go in for a CAT scan. This did not please high hormone Ana and I broke down, the ER staff surely thought I was nuts. Anyways, I got to have my first CAT scan ever, nurse a baby with an IV port in arm and get the good news that I do not have a blood clot. And that was that. 5 hours and too many tears later, I am fine pulmonary embolism free!
4) I am pretty sure that Lucy is having her own little bouts of PTSD from the extra NICU days and the extended ER stay and now whenever she thinks I am going any farther than 5 feet from her an insane screaming fast ensues. Also if I don't give her exactly what she wants at the moment she wants it, another screaming fest.
5) We had to say goodbye to Mike's mother yesterday and it was a lots of bitter and not so much sweet. Her presence was absolutely invaluable this past week and I am so unbelievable grateful for such a generous, nurturing mother of my husband.
It was so sad to see her go, but I am very much comforted by the fact that Joseph's early arrival made it so that my mom can come for several days this coming week. It is going to be off the postpartum hook, people.
6) Last night during dinner Bernadette got down to lay on the couch because her "tummy was hurting" and started holding her mouth like she was going to hurl. Mike grabbed her and with the speed of a cheetah on crack ran her to the bathroom where she insisted over the toilet that she DID NOT need to throw up and went back to the nice living room couch which she promptly vomited all the contents of her stomach onto. I naturally spent the rest of the evening in a paranoid hormonal fit over Joseph getting the stomach bug, well freaking out and cleaning up vomit.
7) So for now I am drinking plenteous G&Ts and snuggling this sweet baby boy to my heart's content, telling myself that it is all going to be fine, because it is.
That is that, party people. Have a fabulous weekend and please pray that we are done with the hospital FOREVAAA!!!!