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.
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| Emma |
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!
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| Alice |
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.
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| Emma |
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.
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| Alice |
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 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).
