Hospital stay - Mommy's perspective

So, Daddy told you all about the actual birth (well from his perspective, and with more sports references than you will get here). From Mommy's perspective there were a lot of people and she just did what she was told. My answer to every question asked was "whatever will get the baby out fastest and safest". And it all took a lot longer than I expected. But once we welcomed Lucas into the world, it was all worth it. Oh, and after about 12 hours of nothing to eat or drink, ice water never tasted so good.

After the 10:30 birth we were all exhausted, but didn't get to our room until around 2AM (I'll spare the details in between). We kept thinking we just needed to get to sleep, so Daddy went home to try to catch a few zzzz's in a real bed. Although Mommy was tired too, between the people coming into the room constantly, and the adrenaline from the day, there was no sleep to be had. I didn't know so many different people could come into the room within an hour and ask the same exact questions. You would think they could all come at once and save us all some time.

Daddy returned in the AM on Monday and we were still all awake. At least he was a little rested, with about 4 hours of sleep. The rest of the hospital stay was fairly uneventful, thankfully. Ate good food (who can say that of hospital food), called family and friends, tried to rest when we could, and had a few visitors. I have to give credit to Prentice as everyone we encountered there was very nice and very helpful.

Since Lucas came before midnight on Sunday our hospital stay ended on Tuesday, a very short stay for something so big if you ask me. But we were all happy to be going home. Will report on the days since we got home shortly.

Welcome to the World!

WOW - what a day!  I thought it would be a quiet Sunday in mommy's belly, hanging out on the couch and listening to football (you'd be amazed how much less annoying Phil Simms is when the sound is muffled by a placenta).

But then, just when things started moving, I heard this rumbling all around me.  It was just here and there in the morning, but by lunchtime it was coming every 5 minutes or so.  Next thing you know, I'm in the car and off to some place I've never seen.

Once we were there, the fun really started.  They put some microphone on mommy.  I decided to knock on that thing every couple minutes or so just to let everyone know I was around.  It wasn't to much longer and I started seeing a bit of light and people kept pushing me around.

Then I took what felt like and elevator ride (hard to figure out what's all going on when it's dark and your under water all the time.  After that, mommy started getting kindof tense.  I couldn't make everything out and there were some words I'd never heard before, but it seemed like she was hurting pretty bad and trying to break daddy's fingers for some reason.

After that, daddy went away for 20 minutes and mommy got super calm.  A little while later, another guy's voice started talking and told mommy it was time to start pushing.  So, I packed my bags and got ready to go.  But, you know how it is, your ride never comes on time before a big trip.  So I just kindof hung out for 3 hours.

Mommy screamed every now and again and I heard the nurses talking about Brett Favre.  I was really hoping to catch the end of the game, but they had the volume on so low and I still couldn't see anything.  I was starting to get a bit impatient.

Then all of a sudden I felt a squeeze on my head.  Maybe it sounds like fun to you, but let me assure you that something getting pressurized onto your head ain't so cool when it's you and all you wanted to do was catch the end of Brett Favre's career in person.

But, at least that got me moving and a few minute later - there were some crazy bright lights.  Next thing you know they're taking weights and measurements like I'm about to fight Roy Jones Jr. or something.  There's a picture of that just above.  Not my best look, but hey, it was a long day.