What I Can Remember from My Hospital Stay to Have a Baby

I don’t remember much about the time I spent in the hospital after having my girls. I mean, I do... but I don’t. 

I vaguely remember the pain while contracting with Emma. My body was trying to break itself (literally) with each contraction, and the pain was excruciating even with lots and LOTS of drugs. At one point I told my husband that I just wanted to die. I also asked him to just punch me and knock me out of my misery, but that’s not here nor there.

I do remember though how my doctor could just walk into the room and understand 100% what was going on and what I was feeling, and then magically wave her wand and make it all better. I will forever be grateful for her existence in my life as my doctor. She rocks.


I kind of remember freaking out when my lower body went numb for my c-section with Alice. It was different than with Emma, and when it happened I think I panicked thinking that the feeling would never come back. It’s a very strange and scary sensation. *And said awesome doctor was very professional dealing with my psycho actions of trying to rock myself off the table.

But, I very much remember how I heard Alice cry for the first time. I arched my neck a bit when I heard it to see the nurse put her little blue body into the heated bed to be checked all over. I stared at her wiggling away in there until they brought her over to see me. She was all puffy and tiny, and covered in goo, but she was so unbelievably gorgeous!


I can just barely recall the stiff sheets, cold room, and horrible smells all over the hospital. The noise all night long, and the inconsiderate “neighbors” who would be loud at all hours so that you could never get any rest.

But, I can remember like it was yesterday the sound of the nurses wheeling the girls in to me (I would get so excited), and how they would smell when they left and then return when they were hungry. It’s like they put this special lotion on their heads so that every time I would smell it my eyes would roll back and I would fall deeper in love.


I sort of remember all of the pain and heartache with both girls when the breast-feeding wouldn’t go as planned. I think they both starved the first few days (maybe months) of life.

But I remember the looks on their faces when they would be comforted during nursing sessions; while they lasted, as brief of a stint as it was. They were always at such peace then. Like the world would drift away and they were right where they needed to be. And I remember how it made me feel like I was finally doing something right.


I can’t tell you how many times people have told me that they are never having kids because of all the gross stuff that happens, as well as the pain. It may be 3 days of total hell, but in the end, you get to take home this wonderful piece of Heaven. Even after almost 4 years of having a child in the home, I still can’t believe I’m a Mom. And a Mom of two now to boot!

I don’t know why God allowed me to have this wonderful job, but I am so thankful every day that He did. 

I birthed both of my children via c-section at DePaul Hospital in Bridgeton, Missouri. The hospital and staff were just wonderful! I know that a lot of moms-to-be want a spa-like experience at other hospitals, but I can honestly say that you will not have a friendlier staff (trust me, we looked around first), or a more willing-to-help staff than at DePaul. And my OBYGN is Dr. Cartwright at Genesis OBGYN, also located at DePaul Hospital (she also delivers babies at two additional locations).

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