Thursday, April 19, 2012

Post Birth Wrap Up

Yes ladies and gentlemen, my daughter was born with her right hand up around her ear. She would hold that pose with both hands balled up but arms raised about her head for weeks. I would laugh and ask her if she thought she might be under arrest for something.
If I put her arms down she would fuss so up they stayed.

They put her right on me when she was clear. I think Gramma cut the umbilical cord if she wanted to. I was not really looking around. I was checking out the new little messy bundle.
She was perfect with 20 digits and a button nose. She had a full shellacking of some what thick black hair that appeared completely straight.

With the almond slant to our eyes and just a hint of my color she looked almost Chinese. She had perfect little dark pink lips and a nice round head.
It was long over due love at first sighting. She nursed right away and I cannot remember when she first cried for me. I am sure she made the necessary noises for the delivery staff.

Gramma snapped pictures of her raising holy hell while being bathed, cleaned and fussed with. She was completely pale in one of them and totally beet red in another. LOL

That should have been a warning to me ~wink~

She was born around 7pm. I do not completely understand what took three hours but it was 10pm before we were nestled in our bed back in the rooming areas.

I remember because mom had gone home. Baby was asleep. Things were quiet and I was awake. I tuned my radio to listen to the two hour airing of the Dr. Demento show but only got through half.

I spent the next day in a blur although I was passing my nurses inspections if you are familiar with what they come to check on. I must have made phone calls because friends showed up that my mother would not have had numbers to call.

I called home and the roommate spread the word to our friends on the BBS. They reported "You would have thought he had something to do with it all they way he carried on". Men can be so cute at times.
Two of my friends showed up at once. I spent most of the day sleeping but I would awaken to see them play fighting over the baby and taking turns holding her.

I only held her to nurse. I did change a diaper or two. I put her in an out fit we had brought for the photo opt that was scheduled. I remember she was throwing a fit having been handled for all of that.
I was worried it would be a picture of her wrinkled face with a shot of her tonsils at the rate she had worked herself into. Instead the photographer got her with her eyes closed looking so peaceful you would think she was smiling in her sleep.

We were on our way home right away with no complications. 

Drink some water and eat some roughage ladies. That is my final warning. The only thing worse than giving birth is...getting your exit systems all back to normal afterwards if you do not.

I was anti drinking water until dehydration headaches kicked in due to on demand constant nursing. She was a healthy size and on her way to being pleasantly plump with no bottles or filler substances at all. 

Things went steady onward from her birth weight of about 7 pounds and around 22 inches.

7 comments:

  1. haha! I have seen a lot of new mom advice- but never one as candid as "eat some roughage"... haha!

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    1. lol Well I just had to share. It was quite the experience that is for sure!

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  2. Your daughter is so beautiful! Congrats! I love the pictures.

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    1. Oh thank you! Yes she is lovely. (Not pictured above but on our Facebook and in other odd places like on my other blog with the ice skating post.) The above babies do all resemble her as an infant however. (Some of them are boys hehehehe)

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  3. I loved this post. It's been such a long time since my girls were that young. Brought back some great memories!

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    1. Aww thanks! Yes it does trigger all those old feelings and thoughts. They get so big and the days keep coming. It is almost that we forget.

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  4. Pictures updated. Now they are really her! hahahaha Plus a kitty we called Tweety because she was the small baby kitten when we got her but the house already had a full grown male black and white cat names Sylvester. The name just sort of came along and we used it. lol

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