After getting stitched up and Chris held him for a while, before we attempted nursing. I pretty much remembered the correct holds and latches and I also remembered Owen's bad latch and YUP baby boy Jesse has the same little mouth. I was kicking myself in the butt for not bringing the nipple shield or top hat as we called it that I used with Owen for 3 weeks.
Once we got settled in our new room, I asked the nurse. "When can we go home?" She looked at me surprised. I guess others must want to stay in the hospital, but not me. I hate the bed, I hate being woken up from precious little sleep to get checked, or Jesse to be weighed/hearing test/blood sugar's ran/ etc. The list goes on and on.
It was amazing how quickly I was able to get up and moving. I am not going to lie, I was in PAIN. But it was different pain and much less than a c/s. The c/s I was stuck in bed for over 12 hours. The VBAC I was up in a few and ready to move around a little so my back, legs and butt didn't get as soar. The bed was comfy at first compared to the Labor and Delivery bed, but by the time I left it felt like concrete.
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| daddy buckling him up |
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| ready to go home |
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| Owen took a ride with Mommy |
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| same outfit that Owen wore and it was WAY too big this time again! |
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