Twenty-four hours in and we are completely and hopelessly in love with little Hazel. We can’t wait for Grace to meet her so we can figure out if the vote is unanimous or if we need to do some serious lobbying.
Hazel took to breastfeeding like she had been taking secret lessons for the last three months while we were distracted with Jenn’s pelvic pain and acid reflux. She was clearly causing problems then, so she could look like a genius now (hello… 9 out of 10 on her APGAR).
We have had a few visitors but have been keeping the pace slow as Jenn attempts to recover from the surgery. We were waiting for the winds to whisper that it was OK for her to eat but her doctor made a (very popular) executive decision and let her have breakfast. This improved the mood in the room greatly. The prior mood had been anxiety-filled as we were visited in the wee hours of the morning by a rapid response emergency team. While I was dreaming of college tuition and first dates, Jenn had the nurse take her on a quick walking tour of the floor. The idea is to get up walking as soon as possible to encourage healing (or something like that). Armed with a courage-inducing shot of Morphine, Jenn took off like a champ and then apparently finished like a 4th runner up. She started to feel her incision “burning like a hot-knife”. Another dose of another pain killer and some Benadryl for the itching (caused by something else) and she was able to cope with the pain but now her breathing felt shallow and her conversational skills went askew. The charge nurse decided it was better safe than sorry and we soon found 3 doctors and at least as many nurses at her bedside asking what, exactly, “breathing in slow motion meant”. Her vitals checked out and several explanations surfaced for her breathing difficulties, the most reasonable one being that she over did it.
Back to Hazel, she was wheeled off to the nursery while all the excitement went on and blissfully slept through the whole thing. She came back to us later in the morning to resume her key duties of “being very cute” and “eating”. In a random and fortunate coincidence, Hazel’s pediatrician happened to be on call and visited this morning to check her out. After very little prodding from two very proud parents she emphatically agreed to heretofore use the word “perfect” to describe our newest family member.
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