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May 2 / Amy

Recovery: Day 4 – It’s time to go home!

We woke up on Sunday, knowing it was our last day in the hospital.  We were told we could stay until 11:59 pm that night if we wanted to do so, but we told them we were planning on leaving around lunch.  We figured we’d need some time to adjust at the house.

That morning I had a visit from a lactation consultant to make sure I had everything I need, and we decided to rent a pump for a week to see if I wanted to keep at it.  B’s pediatrician came by and said he looked great, and that we needed to make an appointment for Monday or Tuesday.

By this point I was more mobile than I’d been since the delivery, but I was still very slow and sore!  We packed up everything and cursed packing so much.  Why on earth did we think we’d need everything we did?

I ate hospital food for lunch, since we were still there. (Note: I realize I didn’t talk much about the food while I was in the hospital, but Northside’s food was actually pretty darn good.  There was only one meal that I wasn’t a fan of – but everything else was great, which is weird for hospital food.)

Josh took a load of things down to the car before he drove it up to the loading area.  Once he returned, he took the cart FULL of the rest of our stuff, again, way too much!  After loading all of that into the car, he came back up to the room to get me and B.  During this time, I took a few more photos of B in his going home outfit.

My sweet angel

My sweet angel

Ready to go home!

Ready to go home!

The tech wheeled me down with B in tow, and we took a family photo for us before we exited the building.

Holy puffy face, Batman!

Holy puffy face, Batman!

Josh loaded B into the car, since I couldn’t lift him.  I painfully and slowly got into the back seat to ride next to B on the back roads home (I certainly was NOT up to having B on the interstate yet!).  After I assured Josh I was fine, he got into the driver’s seat and we were on our way.

Except the car wouldn’t start.

You read that correctly.  The car that Josh had just driven over would not start.

Oh people, if you could have seen the look on Josh’s face.  You see, about a month earlier, he’d taken his car to get a full check-up to make sure it was in good working order, knowing that I’d be driving it with B inside.  For the car to all of a sudden stop working put him into a bit of a panic and lots of anger.

Of *course* I took a picture!

Of *course* I took a picture!

I on the other hand, laughed.  That’s what I do when I’m nervous (I laughed when Josh proposed to me).  This wasn’t the first time a car broke down on an important day of ours – our getaway vehicle after our wedding reception broke down on I-75S one exit after leaving our venue (NEVER rent from ‘A White Rolls Royce’ in Atlanta!).

I digress, back to the predicament we were in.

It was nearing time for B to eat again, we’d given up our hospital room, and we were stranded at the hospital.  All of our family members had gone back home the day after we delivered, so no one was nearby to help.*  My brother and his wife were about 45 minutes away, so I called Brian to see what he thought the problem could be while Josh ran back inside to see if we could get our room back – just in case we couldn’t get the car started again for awhile.  Luckily, the room was still open and they stocked it with some more diapers and burp cloths so I could feed B.

I was wheeled back up to the room with B while Josh waited for the security guard to come help out.  As I got situated with B in the room, Josh called to say that security was able to jump start the car – and that I could come back down again.  Ha!  So I called my nurse and she had someone wheel us back down to the car.

We got home and the cats were a little skeptical about what we’d just brought into the house.  Runner didn’t want anything to do with B.  Birdie wanted to check him out, but didn’t get too close.

Brian and Stephanie came by to check on us, and for Brian to check out the car.  He said we probably just needed a new battery, that the cold weather had probably weakened it while it sat in the parking deck for a few days.

Uncle Brian and Aunt Stephanie to the rescue!

Uncle Brian and Aunt Stephanie to the rescue!

Josh went to fill my Rx for the pain meds and came back with generic versions, that had warnings stating not to use while breastfeeding.  I freaked, I wanted the non-generic that I’d been taking in the hospital that was fine for the baby to ingest!  I called the pharmacist and she was a complete witch and really rude to me.  I lost it.  I blame the hormones – they make you crazy, but that’s a topic for another time!

After talking with Rachel (one of my oldest friends, who is also a pharmacist) and Dr. Mary Frances, they both assured me it was fine to take the generics (even though the stupid papers that come with medicines had warnings against it).

We were exhausted and I was emotionally spent.  I could barely move, and ended up sleeping on the sofa because I couldn’t get into our guest bed.  In fact, we setup camp in our family room because there was no way I could get up and down our big set of stairs.  B slept in his Rock ‘n Play that night, because I wanted him near me.  And that night was the first night in our home, with our newest family member.  There wasn’t much sleep, but there was a lot of love. :)

*There were no family members still in town because we insisted on giving ourselves the first week to bond with B, having only the three of us in the house.  We wanted to find our groove and figure things out on our own.  I won’t lie and say that it would have been easier to have help, BUT I don’t regret the decision one bit.  If we could make it through that first week alone, we can make it through anything!  I will say, having help later on after Josh went back to work was great and much appreciated!
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