Hospital Stay And Going Home!

B's first day of life! Spent in the T Hospital..We both had a rough start. With Brikelle, her temperature wasn't keeping up so she had to keep going under the warmers. The horrible nurses scared Mitch and I to pieces. Instead of explaining what was going on they would just take the baby in a panic and only say, "If her temperature doesn't keep up we're taking her to NICU for a bunch of tests." Then they would just roll our baby away and we would be left not knowing what was going on. THEN another rude nurse woke us up to take her blood glucose levels. They were very low. I tried to explain to her that the nurse told us she would wake us up in two hours for me to feed her and she never showed up so she hasn't been fed yet. It seemed obvious to me that if she hasn't eaten anything for a long period of time, her blood glucose levels would be low. But instead of letting me feed her she rolled her away and said she needed to run more tests. So there went my starving baby with this awful nurse and my husband was about ready to rip someone a new one. We were so frustrated because we didn't know where our baby was going and no one was explaining to us what was going on. And when we asked questions they were very rude and acted like we were making their lives so hard by asking so many questions. We finally got a new shift of nurses and it made all the difference in the world. They kindly explained to us that since Brikelle was a bit bigger baby she uses a lot more energy and quicker so her temperature was a little lower than normal. And once my baby was fully fed her blood glucose levels were totally normal. {You think??} So my baby was finally doing good and I felt comfortable with the new set of nurses who were taking care of her. Then there was my whole morning. On top of worrying about my baby and being overly frustrated with stupid nurses, I went to the bathroom and wanted to hop in the shower. But my body wasn't having it. I luckily had my mom next to me and the nurse was actually in my room. I tried getting up and I passed out. So they carried me back to bed and there I stayed... I was in so much pain, swollen, and I couldn't pee, SO in went the catheter again. I would rather go through pregnancy and labor a hundred times before going through the few days after labor. My body was hating life! Thank goodness for strong drugs and my mom! I had THEE worst nurses. I cut them a tiny bit of slack because there were quite a few people having babies that weekend. Everyone warned me that nurses come in and bug you all the time. I would go hours and hours without seeing anyone. They weren't keeping up on my pain killers, they weren't emptying out my catheter. My poor mom and husband had to keep going out there and asking them to do their job. It was overly annoying. So I was extremely grateful to have my husband and mom there because they WERE my nurses during the hospital stay. I did have one nurse that took good care of me, so I can't say Every nurse there was worthless. I wish she would have been able to stay with me during my entire stay. It makes such a difference when you have a good nurse who is actually willing to take care of you and answer all of your new mommy questions without being annoyed. WHEW! So my rant about horrible nurses is over. Every time I held my perfect little B, all was right in the world...

One final rant.. The nurse didn't even offer me a wheelchair going out of the hospital. Isn't that like a rule or something to be wheeled out? Ok I'm done.. B didn't make a peep the whole way home. We are so grateful to be in our own home and having our baby girl with us.