Leela Frog loves her Binky. She's very fickle though as each day it's different one that soothes. This is Soothie from the hospital. She also loves Avent and Mam.
Ok, I still have troubles with the new blogger. It took me 20 minutes to log in to leave a post on My Darling Aughra's
blog, and I'm also missing my delete key which makes typing kind of a bitch. Leela is sleeping right now- I have about 150 photos which I'll eventually load to flickr, I just feel weird about having them by my HNTs, since my entire family will likely try to go look at the Leela pictures and I don't want to deal with them looking at those. Leela now weighs 8lb 6oz, which is what Aughra's kids were in utero. She's dainty.
Being a mom is weird- I still don't feel like a mother exactly- though I don't know what it feels like so maybe I do. I know that me and Bug
love her more than anything ever.
We went into the hospital on March 6th at about 10 am so I could get my amniocentesis to see if Leela's lungs were ready for her to come out, since she was only 38 weeks. The test came back good, so we got ready for surgery at about 7:15. My OB was there, as well as the nurse midwife from the practice who is absolutely wonderful= she spent so much time listening to me cry about the back pain and how scared I was to be a mom, and she was incredibly supportive. The day Leela was born she wasn't even on call, but she came in to be there for her birth anyway, which I think is pretty damn awesome. (Thanks Cris!) They brought me into the OR, gave me my spinal block, (they numbed me first which I appreciated) and then I lay down and waited for the numbing to set in. I was scared it wouldn't work and I'd feel slicing. Bug came in and sat behind my head as I literally sprayed
bright yellow vomit during the entire process. When they told me they had her head out I cried "Yay! I'm not pregnant anymore!" My OB pointed out that I was still a little pregnant, but then they pulled the Leela out (no pain- the "pressure" I'd been told to expect just felt like I was wiggling my hips back and forth, like dancing) and lifted her up over me- and some ick dripped on me. She was funny looking. Then they sewed me back up, the anesthesiologist (also awesome) doped me a little more, and the next thing I knew Iw as in recovery and Bug was wheeling Leela in on her little cart.
I sweat more from puking than I did when I was a senior in high school and missed the required biannual mile run and had to a make up run in 99 degrees with 98% humidity. I also got a morphine PCA. That was neat. Bug and I roomed in with Leela, and he slept on the recliny chair. We had absolutely no idea what to do with her. We kept waiting for someone to give us instructions. She was sweet and didn't cry that much. I kept hitting my PCA button. It's like Jeopardy! "What is I AM IN A LOT OF PAIN NOW?". The next day the pain was much better, and they took away my morphine and gave me percocet and motrin. I was also happy to see that my massive belly had shrunk a great deal.
I will write more about Leela soon- the hospital stay was great, the nurses were all wonderful and the room was very nice- super sweet marble bathroom. It's now 3:37 AM and Leela is sleeping, so I should too.
Also- Bug is the greatest dad ever. He's super involved and supportive. The only way he could be better would be if he could lactate.