The nurses took the baby girl to clean, measure, and give
her the shots while my doctor took care of me. I felt no pain at that moment
since the epidural didn’t wear off yet.
I looked around the room and just took everything in. One
nurse came to talk to me and the other was cleaning the baby girl. She told me
I did so good and it was a very fast delivery. She talked about her three kids
and how when she was delivering her kids they didn’t administer epidural and
she had to give birth a natural. After being in pain for a few hours I really
don’t know how she did it, nevertheless three times.
After everything and everyone calmed down in the room, I
realized what just happened. The extra nurses at delivery, the nurse sitting at
my bed for hours, the doc checking in a few times….My baby girl had the cord
wrapped around her neck and they had to have extra people just in case…Don’t
even want to think about just in case scenarios…All I saw was the monitor which
showed her heart rated dropped significantly with every contractions. The husband
later on told me the doc had to cut off the cord right away, hence the blood on
the floor, hospital gowns, nurses’ scrubs. I had mixed feelings about inducement
but at that point I realized we made the right decision. Who knows what could’ve
happened if we waited…..
My parents and in-laws came to the hospital and saw the baby
pretty much right away. A lot of convos were about how the two sisters looked alike.
The baby girl slept through it all swaddled in a blanket like a little burrito.
Baby girl and I moved to the postpartum room and lived there
for the next two and a half days. This time the baby stayed with me all the
time. I decided not to send her to the nursery. One night I accompanied my new
baby to the nursery for some tests and check-up and realized I made the right
choice yet again. The three nurses that were there were busy doing their own
tasks while a few babies were screaming and needed comfort/food. I gladly took
my baby back to our room.
My mom stayed with me for two nights and helped with the
baby while Mr. V took care of the big girl at home. It was the first time I was
away from the big girl. I was worried but she did just fine. The big sis got
meet the baby the same day after coming to the hospital from daycare. She ran
to hug me first and started babbling about random stuff until we finally asked
her to meet the baby. Honestly, I think she was way more excited to see me than
the baby. It is like she already knew that she’ll have to share mommy and daddy
with the little one.
This time the hospital stay was calm and uneventful. No one
bothered us, no one came in the middle of the night multiple times to check on
me and baby, no one carried. In fact, I had to call a few times and remind the
nurses to bring me my pain killers. Apparently, they were going through some
system changes and were doing training at work, letting the patients just be.
Baby girl was pretty calm. She slept a lot and cried a
little. I was preparing myself for non-stop crying for some reason, maybe
because the older kid was crying every hour.
Baby girl didn’t have the name until the last moment. Mr. V
and I couldn’t decide on a first name, nevertheless thinking about the middle
name. I got a few phone calls from the birth certificate department asking us
if we have a name. Finally, on the last day, before checking out from the hospital,
Mr. V came with a car seat, we just
looked at each other and agreed on a name. The lady called again and I was
finally able to give her the name of our brand new baby girl.
Drum roll please……
Drum roll please……
Miss Alina (yes, another Miss A) was dressed and ready to go home.
