The Birth Story - Part II

I should title Part II of the birth story, "Visitors And A Sponge Bath" because that is the perfect summation of the highlights of our 96 hours in the hospital.

Once we were transferred to post pardum, we found ourselves under the care of a bevy of competent nurses. We came to have our favorites and my main girl was Iris. She was actually a nurses assistant but she loved on us like we were her own and for that she had my loyalty. Well, that AND she gave me my first ever sponge bath. At first I was a bit apprehensive about being sooo naked and sooo just pregnant but you find any sort of modesty goes out the window in these situations and you gladly let these ladies pull, pump, scratch, insert, turn, twist, and shake to their hearts desire. It was nothing short of heavenly as she washed away the sweat from the wedding and the gunk from the c-section. I could go into greater detail but I'll spare you the gore.

We walked a lot, stared at her a lot, tried to feed her a lot, spoke with lactation specialists a lot, worried a lot, and rejoiced a lot.

But the visitors were my highlight. My heart swelled with appreciation each time someone would walk through that door to meet Emerson. There's something intangible about other people loving on your own. I haven't pinpointed it all yet but I look back on each person and I am overwhelmed with gratitude towards them. If that was you, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

+ Auntie Ruth, Dawn, and Jason.

Now that we are home our new reality is setting in and we love it. I would go into greater detail but I'm typing with one hand while holding a breastfeeding baby with the other. Livin' the dream people!