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| Me and my sun, my moon and all my stars! |
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| Daddy and his Littlest Girl! |
Molly was born on Friday afternoon and visitors arrived shortly after! When I had Eva, she spent her first few days of life living on her own in her little apartment in the NICU so I only got to spend about an hour with her before she was whisked away. Molly, perfectly healthy and strong, got to start life off living with her parents! I was overjoyed to have her right there with us. It was a strange feeling to have her in the middle of the day, rather than the middle of the night. My phone rang off the hook all afternoon and visitors started pouring in just hours after I was sliced in half!
Eva and my mother were our first visitors. Eva entered the room and scanned it. I thought she would be searching for her sister, but nope, she searched for me. She locked eyes with me and gave me a once over and saw that I was ok and I could feel a sense of relief wash over her and she relaxed. She said, "hi mommy" in her sweetest sweet girl voice and then looked for her baby sister. She hopped up on my bed (very gently and with support not to touch mommy too much after a gentle hug) and she got her first look at her little sister, whom she named. The smile that spread across her face was precious and priceless. Her sister was here and she was happy. Then, she got a look at her hair and her expression changed and tears welled up, "Mommy, I wanted her to have yellow hair just like me!" and she cried. I don't think she had that much hope wrapped up in hair color, I think the day had been confusing for her and she felt such a surge of emotions seeing me in a hospital gown looking haggard, wanting to hug me tight but not being able to and meeting her sister that she just bubbled over. I took a deep breath to warn my incision and then I hugged her tight. The tears increased at first and then disappeared. She quickly asked to hold her and when she had her cradled in her lap, she rubbed her hair, kissed her head and smiled a smile of pure contentment. She was ready for her role as big sister. It was time.
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| Eva meets her Molly! |
Having baked Molly on nuts and veggies as a Gestational Diabetic, I was elated to have my baby born without sugar issues and to be given a green light to EAT! I ordered pizza for dinner. It didn't sit right with me and made my stomach hurt for quite some time. I had pancakes for breakfast the next morning and 10 minutes later I vomited so violently that I would have sworn I popped a stitch. My stomach simply couldn't identify these foreign food items and rejected them entirely. I wanted to binge on brownies and bagels, but I was forced to take it slow. But it was delicious on the way down!
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| Molly May |
I recovered well and was able to walk around and feed Molly as much as she wanted. She latched immediately and had zero issue breastfeeding right from the start, unlike her sister. She became irate on night two when she started to want more than colostrum and my milk was not yet in and she had dropped quite a bit of weight. We gave her some formula and she was a happy happy girl who slept like a dream! The bad side of our hospital stay was the gas I had. This was my second C-section so I knew how important it was to get up and move to relieve the trapped gas, but I had no idea how bad trapped gas really could be. I walked the halls of the hospital as much as I could manage. I sat with my knees up as much as I could stand. I drank peppermint tea and took gas x. The trapped gas was so bad that it moved to my shoulder and I seriously felt like I had been shot. The gas pains were so bad at times that I thought maybe they had left a sharp surgical instrument in me during the C-section. It was horrible and lasted for over 3 weeks post delivery.
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| Going home! |
We headed home on Monday morning and were greeted by Grandma and Eva, who was very emotional about me coming home. She had cried everytime she had to leave me at the hospital, sobbing, "I want to be with my family!". It broke my heart over and over again, We were home now and weren't going anywhere again. She would sob and laugh and hug and kiss like she may never get to do it again. She loved giving Molly her first bath at home and we made an effort to have her view herself as part of the caregiving team and not one of two children so she would not feel slighted. We were so happy to be home and learn the ropes as a new family of FOUR!