dAy 2 with babY J

After being awoken several times by various doctors and nurses and whatnot, I had me some delicious French toast.

Then I took a nice long shower.

Back at home, Nana held down the fort for us.

She had to get princess ready for her dance pictures, curlers and all. 

Looks like they had some fun!

 

 

And there was other shady activity that went on as well. .

 

 

 

 

 

While D went home for his own shower, my mom and Lindsay came to visit me.

Okay maybe they were there to visit my baby, not me.

While we talked and visited and gushed over her sweetness, a woman came in the room to conduct the baby’s hearing test.

She asked why we got the crappy room and I mentioned that it had no Jacuzzi tub (it was a c-section room) and the tiny television was microscopic and archaic.

The remote did not even work.

So she pulled some strings and before we knew it, we were moving our stuff down the hall to the same remodeled suite where I’d delivered Emaki.

 

After getting settled, our neighbor Derek who had some meetings in Ogden stopped by to say “Hi.”

After a short nap, D brought the kiddos back.

And we documented little E holding her for the first time.

She became a little traumatized.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But he wasn’t intimidated, he just reached over and threw her over his shoulder.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then the kids headed off with Nana to their baseball game (where M hit another homerun and made 2 outs) while Uncle Kenny came to visit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then we ate some pizza for dinner before our final visitors, Cristy and Amber came.

That night was not quite as restful because the nurse decided to wake her after 2 or 3 hours and bring her to come eat. 

And though I asked the her to feed her a bottle the next time to give me a break as well as get her started early, the message was lost between shifts and they brought her to me again hungry a few hours later.

Oh well, what do you do?

I’ll tell you what I did:

I got me some French toast again for breakfast and then we packed ourselves up and headed downstairs.

On the way out, we met the woman who had her baby the same time as mine. 

She and her husband were quite scary looking and, I nearly lost it thinking of that sweet baby going home with them.

I told D I could never be a nurse or I’d have a closet full of stolen babies I couldn’t send home with freaky families.

I said “Good Bye” to the people who had participated in my major life event and who now had new people to care for and to my  beloved hospital experience and I began that ever melancholy drive home.